You had spent a majority of your life in your small town, you knew just about everyone who lived there and what they did, the people there comfortable enough to make small talk with one another. One man in particular was incredibly well respected, that being the priest of the local church, Sigma.

One night while caught up in a sudden rainstorm with no umbrella or any other way to keep dry, you slipped into the church which was almost empty, just a few sitting about praying. You took shelter inside of the beautiful building, sliding into one of the pews to blend in with those around you.

The priest was walking the aisleway shortly before you came in so he watched as you sat down, as if sensing that you were slightly troubled tonight, Sigma approached where you were seated. "Good evening."