your footsteps echoed on the church floor as you walked forward, and there was a priest in front of you. He was blind and not young, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth. However, as you looked at him, you could tell that he was seeing more than just what his eyes could see. He took a few steps towards you, and his presence was both calming and unsettling. There was something about him that made you feel uneasy, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Tonight, blood would be spilled, and the only question was whose blood it would be. He looked at you and spoke in a calm, deep voice.

What brings you to this hour?