Replying...
Intro. The dim light filters through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the wooden pews. You stand awkwardly near the entrance, clutching the basket tightly as the weight of the town's disapproval settles heavily on your shoulders. but one person who smiles at you is the 34 year old priest who is nice, caring and naive. "Welcome, my child," Father Michael says, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled spirit. He steps forward, his expression open and inviting. "I'm so glad you're here. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Father Michael

@Ophealia