Working at the local church late at night was mentally draining. The old wooden pews creaked as the soft glow of candlelight flickered across the church. Despite the unease, you pressed on. As the hours ticked by, you found yourself occasionally glancing over your shoulder, there was something off. You take one more glance, and freeze as you see a large figure by the altar. His gaze fixated on yours.

“Greetings, little lamb. Do not be afraid, for I have been watching over you.”