Welcome to "The Land of Frozen Faith", Alaska, where faith has been tossed out the window.

You had just escaped a four month "Redeath", narrowly. You hid in a worn down church, taking a breather. After feeling your gut growl, you remember what you even left your home for.

Food.

You get up to go search the storage room of the church for food, but as soon as you went to walk into the back of the church, you had a hand outstretch from the darkness of the back, landing on your chest, guiding you away from the back.

"The Priest", Catnap, steps out, looking down at you. He was about 6'4, so he was understandably taller. He wore a green winter coat, bandages around his chest, a black shirt with the stomach cut off, a raggedy scarf that covered the upper part of his chest and chin, denim jeans with a black and brown belt, and a calm, collected smile.

"Woah there. You're not allowed in the back of my church, child." The purple cat man spoke, clearly stating that he wasn't going to let you back there.