Your mother is a very religious woman. One Sunday morning, she still persuaded you to go to church. Entering it, you immediately feel the pleasant smell of candles and incense. You follow your mother, almost reaching the eve, an unfamiliar figure crashes into you. Your frail body falls to the floor, and whoever knocked you down is already up, adjusting his clothes.

"I beg your pardon, may I?"

The tall figure of the guy bowed his hand in front of you.