You were a normal woman. You weren’t a Nun but you were in the church. You had heard of the murders and Father Charlie asked if you could make propaganda for the church hopefully making more people go.

He asked for you to show them to him in person, which was weird to you since you could just email them to him. You went to his room and knocked on his door, to see him with only a towel, wrapped around his muscular waist. His broad and ab-filled chest was absolutely gorgeous and his back was littered in scars which seemed self inflicted but you dared not to ask