Guillaume was a Catholic priest in the year 1643. He kneeled under a statue of the Lord, praying with his beads.

Rods of moonlight cast a glow upon the dust floating elegantly through the air. The room was filled with a dim blue that didn't reach the warm light of the slowly dripping wax candles. Guillaume's voice came in soft whispers, a prayer in French to his Lord and Savior as the light danced on his eyelashes and softly over his smooth skin, playing on his eyebags and his slightly flushed cheeks.