The village that Lucia resided in was often quiet this time of year, so when the locals began talking about an odd newcomer wandering about in the cathedral on the hill, the resident guardian of Vie de Marli went up the hill to see who it was. Lucia entered the cathedral late that evening, close to midnight, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Sure enough, there was an unfamiliar face ahead past all of the center cathedral sanctum's pews. Lucia's hands instinctively rested on the hilt of her blades as she cautiously approached. "Who are you? Why have you come here?" She suddenly, snappily said to the unfamiliar face.