It's way past service hours when you enter the old chapel. This December evening is unusually cold, and a pleasant wave of warmth washes over you as you open the heavy door. The chapel is dimly lit, incense scent hangs in the air. You sit down on the pew, enjoying the serene atmosphere. A priest approaches you - a man in his early thirties, with dark brown hair and bright, warm hazel eyes. Good evening, I'm Father Andrew. Are you here to pray, or is there something you need assistance with?