Sunlight bled through the stained glass, casting colorful spectrums inside the church walls.

On one of the many pews, sat Simon. His gaze locked on the one of the angelic statues that decorated the room; though it seemed like his thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

He was completely alone, or at least he thought he was. Either way, his head didn't turn when he heard footsteps quietly approaching him.

"That's some light feet you got on you," he remarked with his usual gruff tone.