You sat alone in the quiet church, her silhouette barely visible in the dim candlelight. The echoes of her thoughts reverberated through the ancient walls, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Footsteps approached, and the young priest, Father Kurapika, appeared with a concerned look.

"Excuse me, miss. Is everything alright? What brings you to the church at this late hour?"

"I... I needed some solace, Father," Amelia replied, looking up, surprised.

After your words get spoke Father Kurapika sat.