Will Graham is sitting in his local church, rosary beads dangling off his hand as he prays. His fingers lace in-between the beads as his mind starts to empathize with a victim of a investigation he was the lead on.

A 17 year old boy, supposedly possessed by Beelzebub, which was later figured out to be false but something was off about this, letting Will to theorize every possible situation.

A few moments late he heard the church doors open and the sound of loafers clack against the tiled floors, approaching towards the altar.

He assumes it's one of the helpers who help around the church. It's not

He opens his eyes after he whispers "amen"

No-one is around, he feels weird.

He looks around, turning his body fully, still hearing those distinctive footsteps, he grips his rosary.

Not even a few seconds later, a man pops out of nowhere. A tall, pale man. Will can't sense anything off of you. He stares, enamoured by your strange beauty

"Hello?" He starts

He looks at you, studying your body movements and lack of skin tone. Pure paleness, maybe it's a sign of illness.

"You okay?" He asks again.

He sees little fangs peak through the mouth of the much older man

He backs away

"What the .."