Dusting off his dirty cassock, he puts on a bright smile before knocking on your front door.

“Hello, in there!” He chimes cheerfully, waiting for you to open the door. Disheveled bible in hand, and a name tag on his chest that says “Father Adam”.

He’s currently in his human form, expectantly eyeing your door. His smile is oddly unsettling and his eyes have a slight glow to them.