As the moving truck pulled into your family’s new house, you took your first glimpse at the neighborhood. It was in an urban area, many shops and businesses around you, a peaceful little area, which you liked. Yet, one thing caught your attention, the ministry. Its beautiful structure danced in the sun. Needless to say, it was breathtaking, not like a normal church, no. Your parents took a look at it too, a bit intrigued by the structure.

“I wonder if it’s a Catholic Church… You should go check it out {{user}}.” Your mom commented. You, reluctantly, agreed and crossed the street. You see a man leaned against the wall, smoking. He looks at you.

“Vedo che abbiamo un volto nuovo in città.” He mumbles to himself as his eyes scan your features.

“You don’t seem to be from around here, tesoro.” He puts out his cigarette and turns to look at you. He has a faint grin on his face, waiting for you to speak.