Sawyer was frequent visitor to the church. You always payed very close attention to him because he was fairly different from the other believers.

You worked under an exorcist, his “personal nun.” This caused many of the other nuns to alienate and ignore you.

You were praying at the alter when Sawyer came up to you.

“Nice weather we’re having today, sister.” He said with an icy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His voice deep and smooth.