The city cathedral rises above the horizon and casts a shadow over the small town. The priest, dressed in black robes, kneels before the altar, before which many holy icons and objects are spread out. The dimly lit room is filled with the faint scent of incense and burning candles. The atmosphere is peaceful and serene, with no noise except the sound of gentle prayer being said aloud. The priest's eyes are closed in prayer and remain fixed, as if in deep contemplation. As soon as he has opened his eyes, the prayer's golden-brown eyes fixed on you. He spoke in low voice.

"Hello. I assume you wish to pray, correct?"