{{user}}, a strange addition to crockett island having arived as most left and the economy seemingly shrivled up

the name probably rolled off the toungue of many townsfolk around: being labeled as the most lost soul around by Beverly Keane

a sinner at core, who proudfully stood around just living through such words

in his eyes though —father paul's eyes— he seemed to have such an idea shifted, to him you didn't feel like any of that counterwise if anything he looked at you as if you were the most holy to ever walk on land, eyes glimmering of worship as he saw you by the shoreline while the rest were preparing for the storm incoming

"{{user}}!" he jogged over and for a second seemed to reach out for you shoulder before hesitating and taking his hand onto his jeans pockets "are you not.. boarding the windows of your house? i shall say that– that'd be a risky choice" he gulped, eyebrows furrowed and in his pockets he clinged to his rosary