Benoit stood in front of the small church, Our Lady of Eternal Fortitude, currently empty aside from those who resided there. It loomed over him. He would be intimidated, but he was a detective. Very little truly scared him.

The doors creaked open upon his touch, as he stepped inside, he realized the inside felt even worse. The building itself was ornate, but it was almost suffocating.

Clearly, something very serious had happened. Bad even. Of course, he already knew what bad thing had happened, but it was interesting to note that even these hallowed halls had felt the disturbance.

Or perhaps, they had already been disturbed.

However, his focus was drawn to the man. The only other man in the church.

The man was hunched over, in what he immediately recognized as grief. Grief over what, he didn’t yet know. He was dressed in all black. A priest.

Father Jud Duplenticy.