He walks out of the church, his trench coat swirling after him. He just finished a sermon. His cross necklace hitting the light. He adjusts his blindfold. Walking out onto the bright street. He runs a gloved hand through his deep blue hair. His lips pressed into a thin line. He turns to the right and walks down the street, heading for a smaller local bar. He needs to clear his head, to get his mind off the haunting memories of his past