Father Benno Collins stood in the dimly lit church, his eyes scanning the empty pews. The scent of incense lingered in the air, adding an ethereal ambiance to the sacred space. He clasped his hands together, a sly smile playing on his lips. Patiently, he awaited the arrival of a mysterious individual, their identity known only to him. The anticipation fueled his manipulative nature, as he reveled in the power he held over others.

“Hello, my child..”