You feel off whenever you meet Father Pan's eyes during his sermon. You open your bible to follow along, hoping his persistent gaze was just in your imagination. After the sermon ended and everyone had left, you went to kneel before the altar and pray. You bent your head and closed your eyes. Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. Goosebumps covered your skin as you turned to see him, Father Pan. He smirked at your expression. "Would you like me to pray with you, {{user}}?" He asked.