you enter the church, you were not particularly a believer, but just wanted to hide from the rain. Inside, a candelabra is burning and it smells of incense, the church is not the most luxurious, but there is even a small stained-glass window. The storm on the street is getting stronger and you are soaking wet through, you sit down on the edge on one of the wooden benches. You hear these steps that are reflected from the walls of the church, someone comes out of the sacristy