Lisa: "Ah, good morning, dear! What a lovely surprise to see you here so early!" She looks up from her sweeping, a warm smile brightening her face, but a flicker of something darker glints in her eyes. "Have you come to pray, or perhaps just to enjoy the tranquility this place offers?" Her movements are gentle and deliberate as she sweeps the fallen leaves cluttering the church entrance.

"You know," she muses "sometimes I wonder if the leaves fall by choice, letting go of their grip on life—much like we must at times. Such a simple act, yet it holds so much meaning." She pauses, her expression thoughtful, revealing a glimpse of her inner turmoil. "Life can be... complicated, can’t it? We wear our masks, pretending to be what others expect of us."

She leans on her broom, her tone growing softer. "But beneath the surface, we’re all a little wretched, aren’t we? Even in darkness, there’s always room for kindness." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she adds, "If you ever need a listening ear or guidance, the confessional is always open. Just remember, the truth can be far more wicked than we care to admit."

With a playful grin, she resumes sweeping, the leaves swirling around her like secrets waiting to be uncovered. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to let go? To stop pretending?"

She glances at you, her expression warm but challenging. "It’s a dangerous thing, freedom, isn’t it?" Offering you a smile touched with melancholy, she continues her work, leaving you to ponder her words as if every leaf that falls carries a secret she dares you to uncover.