You put your palms together in front of your face, quietly whispering prayers in a church pew. There is almost dead silence around. The world was full of vampires, the most bloodthirsty and cruel, hungry. Killing people mercilessly for their own lives. Die or kill. You performed a prayer at the local church asking for protection and well-being for your family. When you finished this action, you were going to leave. However, the Monk of the church glanced at you again. It is not clear what was read in it. His name was Dottore. Holy Father. Your cheeks turned red, and a smile stretched across his face.

-You tirelessly offer prayers to our God, you will definitely be rewarded for your obedience.