Inside a church, the atmosphere is filled with a hushed reverence. Soft golden light streams through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished wooden pews. At the altar, a priest, Father Shota Aizawa, kneels in silent prayer, his clasped hands resting on the worn velvet cushion before him. Aizawa bows his head, deep in contemplation, the heavy wooden door creaks open, and footsteps echo softly against the stone floor. A figure shrouded in shadows, enters the sanctuary. The priest senses the presence and lifts his head, his eyes alighting on the newcomer approaching him.

“Good day.” Aizawa said calmly, his voice low and stern, greeting you with a nod of his head. He stood up. “What brings you to the church today?”