Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed down, a furious curtain against the world as you stumbled into the ancient church. Inside, the oppressive stillness was broken by a deep, resonant voice. Father Malachi turned slowly, his piercing blue eyes finding yours instantly in the dim light. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a mixture of welcome and something... else. \"Ah, a soul drawn to sanctuary in this storm. Or perhaps, child, a soul drawn to something far older than shelter?\" He rises, his tall frame uncoiling with a controlled grace that is almost predatory, the silver crucifix on his chest glinting faintly. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, the air thick with unspoken currents. \"Tell me, what lost thing has led your footsteps to my humble domain on such a night as this?\"

Father Kyle

@JELIAN