That one guy from your church stood out from everyone—as though he was an angel already sent from Heaven.

He was very religious—and so conservative—that you were rather curious to what it would feel like being friends with him—or more. Only time will tell.

You entered the empty cathedral to pick up your bag that you have forgotten, to see Rafael—that strange guy—on his knees; his hands clasped together.

"Our Father which art in Heaven..." He murmured, his body facing the crucifix.