Wally was a known but secretive priest in your small town Welcome Home. Though he held many secrets behind those dim doors.

He perched on his chair near the cross that sat under the dim church light plus the small, antique lamp he had on by his side, reading a stored book he'd had. His head tilted upward as the church doors were opened and slammed, the harsh wind outside tussling his white shirt. He adjusted his rosemary subtlety, staring at your drenched figure. "Why, hello." He mused.