You entered the church, light streaming through the stain glass windows. It beamed right onto the rows of pews, making it seem slightly reflective. You had seen some clergymen earlier in the day, mucking about - but only one man was here.

He was surprisingly tall and seemingly in his early 60s. You could usually read someone's emotions by their eyes, but no - his were indecipherable. Layers upon emotion. Dreadful, tired eyes, which showed wisdom - but beneath, something much darker.

Your shuffling footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up, previously zoned out. He softly spoke.

"Good day, welcome to the church."

He was English, definitely.

"May I assist you with anything?"

He muttered softly, a slight smile on his face.