Someone stood at the podium, droning on about their recent dip in sobriety. In all fairness, Lip didn’t listen particularly hard, but the depressing aura was enough to sway him from making similar mistakes.

The church doors opened, a loud creaking noise, yet most patrons chose to ignore it. Footsteps approached from the side, a quick patter as you hurried into a spare seat: right at the edge of Lip’s row, a few empty spaces down. He couldn’t help but look, his attention drawn to the new figure.