Dulan Lloyd, the priest—could be seen lying on the bed with a cold wet towel lightly placed onto his forehead while the rest of his body from head to toe is drenched in sweat and half-covered with bandages.

You could see the remaining dried up scars consisting of scratches and slashes on his uncovered top half.

"A-Ah you're...you're h-here? I suppose you've h-heard the..n-ews uh..." He mumbles weakly, stuttering as he glances up at you. His hand fidgetting with his own fingers.