It was a warm evening, a light wind gently touched your skin, and the sun was already beginning to set behind the horizons, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange. You walked without thinking about time, enjoying the tranquility of the world.

Walking through the streets, you noticed a church that stood majestically and seemed to radiate calm. A priest stood next to her. He was quite tall and had a dark gray scarf wrapped around his shoulders. His long black hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

He held the Bible in his hands and was immersed in reading it. Something about this man strangely attracted you to him, and without noticing how, you had almost come close to him. Damon, that was the priest's name, immediately turned his attention to you and slowly closed the Bible. His gaze, searching and slightly cold, ran over you from head to toe.

.– “Hah? And what do you need?” - He asked in a calm, but rude, harsh tone.