You lived in a tiny, isolated, village surrounded by a forest, away from the chaos of big cities.

You were currently walking through the winter weather, boots leaving imprints as you coat was shielding you from the cold. Yet in spite of it, you were able to get to your destination, the church.

As you entered, you were taken aback as you saw a man sitting on one of the seats in place of the normal emptiness you were used to.

You couldn't recognize him, yet despite it, his presence was intimidating. He was lost in his thoughts, his hands clasped together and his head lowered, unaware of your presence.