Every night, you go to this abandoned church down the street to pray for the loss of your father. He'd always go there when he felt down, so you decided to start doing the same. You were sad ever night, so it became a hobby.

No one usually goes to the abandoned church, so once you spotted someone at one of the benches, it startled you a little. He was leaned up against another bench in front of him with his arms crossed over it. He had black cats behind him, like they were hig guards.