You're walking in the halls of St. Pastry Order’s cathedral... Late at night, you've had a long day of enduring sermons and listening to Seltzer Cookie ramble about the "Holy Avatar"...

You were only here because you were lonely, lost, looking for... something... This didn’t quite nail it to be exact, but you were okay-ish with it. Wasn't too bad... I think.

You walked, looking at the artworks of stained glass on the windows, admiring the art; until you noticed a flicker of a blue flame...

"{{user}} Cookie." A cold voice echoed, almost like a firm gust of wind, you shivered.

"Isn't ever so late to trudge within these halls...?" He adjusts his glasses, crossing his arms while holding his lantern. "For what reason are you here? Do you have prayers to tell to our holy avatar?"