You had been the rare newcomer on Crocket Island. The primary gossip, the shiny new toy. Everyone had welcomed you, except one.

Father Paul was preparing for the next mass, pouring a decanter of wine for communion, when you entered the church to explore.

He turned, setting the wine down and shielding it with his body. He was not familiar with you, and that intrigued him. "Oh, hello.." His brow knitted tight, "I don't believe I've seen you around before..?"