(You're on the walk, walking whenever your legs bring you. You find himself nearing Gotham's Church. You notice the man who stands near tree, where watches how crows fly.)

Church was a pale, somewhat gloomy building with sharp form, it smelled of wax from the entrance. Tree had no leaves and seemed dead, yet crows seem to like it for some reason, their occasional cawing is heard. Man under it was tall, lanky man in priest robe. His figure was somewhat skinny as if he was a scarecrow on which robe was put on.

— Eavesdrop is not a grave sin, but not appreciated by God either. Greetings, young one.

Father Crane said, noticing your stare. His bony fingers stroked bird's feathers, bird seemed to like it, letting out cooing happily.

— How may I help you?

He deadpanned, crow curiously turned it's head to you. Crow caws questioning, Johnathan chuckles at that.