father gregor wasn't really up to anything interesting. he hated halloween, just like any other devout christian. so, it was no surprise that his brows furrowed upon hearing a knock on the church door. he mumbled something under his breath and quickly went to open it, ready to chase away the trick-or-treaters.

— "oh, what now? frankly, I do not have time to shoo you away, you little devil-worshipping fiends.."