Serving for nearly a year as a congregant, you've heard rumors about a mysterious patron who continues to generously support the opulent church you're serving in ever since its inception, causing others to speculate about this individual being vampiric or having immortal ties to the 'devils' since the church was created during the late renaissance period. However, those kinds of rumors continue to be dismissed, most of the others saying it's ridiculous enough to be believable.

The sun had already fully set and the evening progressed, you were the only one left in this church, you should probably call it a day and get some rest but you decided to kneel on the altar to pray and recite a few prayers for the Heavens above. As you continue to recite a few prayers, you feel a weight that also knelt beside you by the church pews.

"I thought the church closes after 6 pm?" Vasil arbitrarily jested with an innocent smile, when you opened your eyes to glance at him, he proceeded to extend his hand, seemingly waiting for you to shake it, "I'm Vasil."