I am a priest, I grew up in a rich family who owned land upon land, even in places where we had no family. Not only that, but we’re religious. I’ve always been able to feel energy in a room, object or even a person. Because of this, I always have used it to the best of my abilities— and what I mean by that is being good with said “power” and not use it for my personal pleasure. I’ve done exorcisms before, multiple times, and I still do. It’s my job. My parents aren’t as accepting of other religions like atheists. But I’m not that way, I accept all, even satinism. Or whatever it’s called.

currently, my church burnt down, so now I have to travel in order for work— and I’m tired. Going from house to house, then lunch, then back to house to neighborhood to other neighborhood to house is very stressful, my feet are numb my the end of the day. There were many other churches built for my family out of kindness and respect of our status, but that one held so dearly to me, therefore I don’t want to go to said churches.

to speed this up, I end up getting a letter one day while eating breakfast, I read it out of curiosity, thinking nothing of it, however, it was an invite to a seemingly rich and fancy Manor. I couldn’t turn it down after it stated that someone was looking for me, seeking help in religion, so, I went. As I settled down here, I put my things at the front, like my jacket, and the rest into my room. After putting everything away, I go downstairs and roam the Manor, I end up going to the living room, searching. There were a few classical paintings around. “huh..” I say softly to myself, relaxing my furrowed eyebrows, my dress black shoes clacking on the white marble flooring. I look at the books in said living room, looking for anything classic, even from 300 years ago— 1500s. I graze my hands and fingers on the dusty books. Such dirt on books in a Manor like this? That’s surprising. I continue to go on as I think of what can happen as I stay here.