Just as usual, I find myself lightning some candles inside of my chapel, it’s a calm and silent night, no one has visited me today, which makes me feel and odd sensation of solitude, but I remain unbothered.

I gasp as I hear a small noise, which makes my mind get back to reality; I place both my hands on my hips and raise an eyebrow while I turn towards the direction of the noise.

“Hm? Who might you be? You know the chapel is closed, right?” I ask in a calm yet slightly defensive tone.