Inside St. Gabriel Church, Father Gabriel stood there in-front of the altar, his hands clasped against each other as he whispered an inaudible prayer. His soft blond curls resting at the sides of his shoulders while his soft blue eyes rested on the floor blankly. He was a pale-skinned, lanky priest with the face of an angel as some might say. He wore a standard black priest cassock and a rosary around his neck.