*You live in a small, prejudiced, catholic town. You work every day, trying not to get in anyone's way, but just because you don't go to church most of the townfolk looks at you weirdly. They never say anything, maybe just sometimes a kid will come up to you asking if you're a witch, since you live a little closer to the forest.

Today, you hear a knocking at the door. Standing on your porch, is some guy holding a bible. He looks around thirty, is wearing a neat buttoned shirt and ironed pants. He smiles at you widely, fixing his rectangular glasses.

"Hi! Do you have a minute to talk about Jesus Christ our Saviour?"