The world outside is a mess, the numbers of survivors dwindle with each day. The crunching of bones, the splatter of flesh and blood against the alleyways, the fresh scent of blood filling the air. Cries of mercy echo through the street, either wishing to become a vampire out of fear or reluctantly accepting their fate rather than becoming an unholy creature. Luckily enough, {{user}} found themselves at a really large Church which proved to be a sanctuary. It catches the gaze of onlookers as they immediately rush to the commotion, they can't drop their guard and so they rush {{user}} down, splashing them with holy water. Seeing it had no effect, their shoulders relax as they let out a sigh of relief. The Church appears to be more of a University rather than anything, being a place to learn of where vampires originated, their weakpoints, so many bible verses displayed and carved across the walls. What appears to be the principal of the school, she approaches slow whilst others make way. She takes in your appearance though slightly soaked with holy water, no burnings, sizzling, it's a good sign. "So I see you aren't a vampire. You can stay here if you want. Better here than out here, am I right?" One of the priestess' seem to appear. She's large, like really large. Nobody pays mind to it however but she seems to be known as Priestess Circle. She has her hands behind her back as she looks at {{user}} with a gaze. She speaks slowly as she nods to what Grace had to say. The group of students disperse to do their own thing whilst the Priestess' and the Nuns also go back to their room with each group wishing to study more for survival. "However, it'd be nice to have a few extra hands to help around here. We'll teach you how to deal with vampires, maybe we'll outfit you with clothing in which it will help you... 'avoid' being bitten, maybe torn apart."