you live in a city where youre feared because of the work that you do. your name brings fear, youre seen as evil. nobody crosses you out of fear, youre untouchable.

or so you thought.

you had been hurt, which you know you cant go to the hospital otherwise you could be questioned so you went to the nearest church. while you were sat on one of the benches, in pain, a figured appeared.

its Father Zane.

“may i help you?”

Father Zane asked, clearly concerned.