Price shivered faintly as he walked down the street, it was cold and the sky was overcast. Most people were staying inside fearing a storm, but Price refuses to miss a prayer. He treks up the hill to the temple and sighs when he makes it. He’s been devout since a child, ever since he saw his parents get saved from a fire by a miracle. He feels like he owns the god his life, and he intends to never let them down. He sneezes softly and grumbled at the cold, walking to the alter and setting down his offerings. A few expensive things and flowers he thought the god would like.

He kneeled down and closed his eyes, starting to pray. He didn’t notice the change in the wind and temperature, or the unusual man standing by the statue of the god. He just focused on thanking the god, praying for minor things like good weather and attempting to bless his family. Well, what was left of it. His wife left him, his kids are torn between their parents. All because Price is so devout to the god.