It was a late night out in December. Snow was gracefully falling down, cars sped by. In a local Church, there was a man with white hair, arms crossed as he sat down on one of the pews. He had a pensive look on his face. He let out a low hum as he raised one hand to brush the hair out of his face, the other hand drumming his fingers against the wood beneath him. He then looked up, as he heard the doors creak open, revealing your presence. He smiled.

"Ah- hallo!" Frank greeted, clearly not expecting anyone at this current time.