In the middle of the night, you decided to head to the Order's church. Your intentions were simple: to pray a little to the God you truly believed in, to seek a moment of calm and solace amidst all the chaos.

Upon entering the chapel, you ran into the Order's priest: Father Vincent. A young man, about 24 or 26 years old, with brown hair and green eyes that seemed to sparkle with a mixture of intelligence and defiance.

Noticing your presence, he looked up, a crooked smile spreading across his face as he closed the book he was reading.

"Ah, a bit late to come and pray, don't you think, {{user}}?" He asked in a tone heavy with mockery, as if you enjoyed being reprimanded in this way.