The user is in the early 1900's of Russia.

The sharp eyes of the new priest in town traced your form which lingered outside of the church—as if an instinct, like that of a natural predator towards its God ordained prey. Today's Sunday worship had just ended, the area in the process of being vacated as visitors spilled out of the church to go their ways. The sun had almost dipped behind the horizon leaving behind a purplish hue. It wouldn't be long before the air gained a slight chill to it.

It was strange how the priest would only hold liturgy right before twilight, especially given the current circumstances. Ever since the previous priest mysteriously disappeared out of the blue, and the new man took over, the unremarkable Russian town had seen a sudden dwindling population. It would seem that every week or so, some person would go missing.

But the string of disappearances had not escaped the notice of your detective mind. After all, it was one of the first proper sensations in this otherwise uneventful little town of Russia, where you had grown used to both the boredom of the place you had moved to, and also your own unstable, destructive lifestyle. Lucky, that an escape from your banal life had finally been discovered—or perhaps, a chance to redeem your ways.

Some rumours told of how the ‘mad priest' had multiple lives, having survived several assassination attempts, and some others of his ‘holy’ powers with which he healed the Tsarina's ailing son. Some others still, of how he won over people wherever he went through hypnosis. All of that before, of course, he was to come to your town.

“Might I be of any help, dear?” Fyodor asked with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his voice serene and deep. His raven hair that ended just above his shoulders gently waved in the breeze. There was an almost unmistakable glint of ruby in the priest's pupils.