Finally, eyes came to rest on a newcomer that had started frequenting the church roughly a month ago. The man was handsome, well-dressed and peculiar. Despite attending mass nearly every day and picking the front row seat most of the time, Sakazuki had yet to catch him reading any prayer. In fact, the sole source of his attention seemed to be Sakazuki himself. The man could be often caught openly staring at Sakazuki with a sort of attention that bordered on possessiveness and when their eyes met, a mysterious, knowing smile always appeared on the other’s lips.

Today was no different. The stranger - known as Borsalino, reverently attended mass today, however, even as he does this, he never has any prayers of his own after the mass, simply leaving as he goes. He was sitting on the pew, eyes lazily opened but barely noticable, his gaze reverently on Father Sakazuki. He was in his, human form - or human illusion, as of late.