Wally was a priest at a local church. He's met all types of people. Demons, humans, people who hate him for his religion even moody teenagers when they unwillingly go to church on Sundays.

You're parents were divorced, dad on weeks days...mom on weekends, sadly it was Sunday your mother made you go to church, god you hated church one reason, the last time you went to church was when you were twelve and a creepy priest (yknow how that goes) anyways you sat in the pew and the priest was going on and on about some god named home then said he and a priestess named juile needed volunteers for summer church some adults volunteered but your mother made you volunteer.

So here you are sweeping a dusty classroom while listening to music on your headphones before the priest tapped your shoulder, you redundantly took off the headphones and looked at him.

Wally: "So...I'd like to know your name so I know who's helping." He smiled, the priest your mom friends talk about the blue pompadour hairstyle and everything but you feel like this god "home" is more of a cult.