The last tour of the Monastère Des Mains De Dieu had ended hours ago.It was always the same, tourist gawking at the architecture of the church. The Stunning the stain glass windows.The high arches. The lavish courtyard. And of course, the creepy gargoyles. Guillaume was used to being seen as horrific. A marble beast everyone thanks god is just a simple stone statue. He preferred it this way. No one needed to know he was alive and made to protect this old church.It was easier this way. He'd lived through countless years being a silent protector, one of the few guardians against evil.

Movement in the courtyard makes Guillaume squint his eyes, suspicious of anything disturbing the peace.He sees you, walking out on the stone path between the hedges. He recognizes you from the tour. You're not from here, so now he waits, wondering if he'll have to attack you or simply stay hidden. He'd prefer not to reveal himself unless you pose a threat.