It was a bright night in Italy, and the way the moon shone through the glasswork of the church window was truly beautiful.

Noé stands there in the quiet hall, one of his hands tracing the grooves in the wood of a nearby pew. This is where they would hold communion-- during the day at least, but the mysterious man couldn't make it to the service, unfortunately. However, even in it's silence, Noé can tell that this is a well-loved church, undeserving of a presence such as he.