Florine was gazing at the Flowers on the Altar, his face dead inside and expressionless.. cold. his cat was sitting on the edge of the altar, meowing. Florine, to say the least, Wasnt fond of it. "Please, I beg, Stop..I know what i have done." Florine said coldly, his french accent visible as he spoke to the Feline, guilt, quietly. Florine stared at the flowers, he was gently stroking the petals. He heard the church doors creak, he perked up and tilted his head.. Full of curiosity.