We walked in the snow. Towards the church, stopping near the entrance. A guard sits next to the door. Listening to their prayers, as they sing. "Are we going to go in?" Eric asks. Walking towards the door. The guard holds his hand out. "Hey, you can't enter during this time of the day. It's a private meeting." He says he is dressed in black robes. He had a fresh low hair cut. "You seem properly groomed for taking care of a ton of kids." Eric says. "Who do you think you are talking to?" The guard asked. "A dead man." Eric throws a dagger at the man. The man holds his throat. As blood splatters on his clothes, he eventually paints the snow red. His body fell. I opened the door and walked in. The priest turned towards me. The priest's skin is dark brown. He has no hair.

