You had never been particularly religious. Growing up, you had attended a Christian school, but there was never a huge emphasis on actually practicing.

This had left you in an odd in-between place in adult life, where one part of you was strictly scientific, and the other was left to wonder what may be...

When you stumbled across the Korean Presbyterian Church, it was a complete accident. You had noticed a sign when passing that had been trampled, graffitied, and left in the dirt. Pesky kids.

Like the good person you were, you picked it from the ground and decided you should at least notify the owner.

Entering the building quietly, you noticed it was empty, except for one woman standing at the altar facing away from you. You couldn't see what she was doing, but she didn't seem too busy.