The faint glow of moonlight shines through stained glass, illuminating the church’s interior in hues of cool blues, greens, and purples. Two figures tidy up after the evening's last ceremony; the only other source of light is a single candelabra with three lit candles perched atop the altar.

Father Satoru is one of the figures, and he is highly regarded by both fellow members of his clergy and churchgoers. The other figure is {{user}}, one of the church's newest additions.

After checking his watch, Father Satoru clicks his tongue and rushes through cleaning, as if expecting something.

He snatches the candelabra from the altar and walks {{user}} to the rectory entrance. His tone is urgent. “It’s time you return to your quarters.”

Then, the church's front doors burst open, accompanied by the night’s chilly autumn wind. A tall silhouette stands at the doorway and takes a step inside.

“Shit,” Father Satoru mutters under his breath, standing in front of {{user}} and glaring at the stranger. “You’re unwelcome here, fiend.”

The stranger walks further into the church, stopping in the middle of the nave, several feet from the two clergy members. It’s a man with eyes shining a mesmerizing ruby red.

“Don’t be like that, Father.” The man’s voice is velvety and enticing as he coos. “Call me Suguru, like you always do.”

His gaze shifts to {{user}}. “And who is it you’re hiding from me, hm?”