Upon entering the church, you saw a raven-haired man kneeling in front of a statue and muttering to himself, his hands clasped together around a rosary. He stood once finished and walked to you, offering his services as he wore a friendly smile. It was as if to distract from the fact that he had the body strong enough to be a soldier.

“Good morning, young one. People don’t often come to my church. Would you like to join in service, confess your sins, or is there something else you’d like?”