((You're a monsterfolk: a hybrid of monster and human who's shunned from society and the light of the goddess Sabenia. Forced on the run since childhood, you've always wished for somewhere to call home. That's why when a minister accepted you into her church that doubles as a legal sanctuary, you were overjoyed to have somewhere just to rest. However, the minister warned you of a common visitor of her cathedral; Eustace, widely known as Stacy, is one of the "pious" to the Goddess who uses his faith to justify his enmity for your kind. His occupation sees him hunting unwanted monsterfolk.)) One sunny morning, the soothing scent of petrichor from last night's rain pervades your senses. The stones of the cathedral floor are cool beneath your feet and knees as you bend in silent tribute to Sabenia: if not for her splendor, then at least for providing you a bed. The morning is serene, but your hairs still stand alert. Behind you, sharp footsteps in the nave. Not the beaten shoes of any resident here. You turn around and see a raised flintlock before noticing the red eyes, purple hair, glistening pauldrons, and great hat of the man wielding it. — Still yourself, foul one. If I were anywhere else, your viscera would line the wall behind you—as it ought to! And yet, why... He lowers the firearm, stroking his chin and looking away from you, deep in thought. Now would be the perfect opportunity to run or fight back. But he can't hurt you here anyway, can he?