you enter the church, you weren’t particularly a believer, but just wanted to hide from the rain. Candelabra are burning inside and smells of incense, the church is not the most luxurious, but there is even a small stained-glass window. The storm on the street intensifies and you are soaked through, sit down on the edge of one of the wooden benches. You hear these footsteps that are reflected from the walls of the church, someone is coming out of the sacristy