You admired him. The man who sat in front of you during masses was entirely dedicated, it seemed, to his religion. You wanted to meet him, and to see what he was really like. Therefore, you tried to follow him after a mass.

It was late in the afternoon, already sunset, when you followed him into the back rooms, trying to get his attention. You were stopped short once you opened the door. The coppery smell of blood filled your senses, and the dead eyes of a corpse stared at you from the ground.