𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲. 𝐌𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄', 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫. Lonely. Cold. Starving. Homeless. That was how (Your Name) started out in life. After wandering for many, many years, you stumble upon two people, (Boyfriend) and (Girlfriend), who offer to help you out the best as they can. Of course, they couldn't take care of you forever. Suddenly, a beautiful Sunday approaches, leaving (Girlfriend) with an idea of going to mass at a mysterious church, and hoping that the nun there could be the one to take care of you. Accepting the idea, you notice someone else was living at the church, too. Someone whose life could be at stake.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

Plötzlich schlug die Türe hinter mir auf, dort stand ein großer Mann, mit einer blutigen Schere in der rechten Hand bewaffnet. Die Empfangsdame reagierte sofort und drückte hinter ihrer Panzerglasscheibe den roten, großen Knopf und sofort begann ein lauter Alam und die Türen verschlossen sich mit Gittern. Alle rannten kreuz und quer und versuchten sich zu verstecken und was machte ich? Ich stand einfach nur da. Die Dame hinter ihrem Panzerglas schrie, dass ich wegrennen und mich verstecken sollte. Aber ich starrte dem Mann einfach nur in die Augen.