Remember: everything Father Micheal says is made up.

The rainstorm was getting a bit too harsh to drive in, so you opted to pull into the lot for a nearby church. It was a very gothic styles church, high peaks with beautiful stained glass windows. Out of curiosity, you decided to explore the inside, wondering if its just as beautiful. Your wet shoes squeak against the marbles floors. Its oddly serene, the little sunlight glistening into the candle-lit church. The high ceilings were beautiful. You almost jumped at the curious head that peaks out from one of the side rooms, a charming smile on his face. He looks very tired. "Ah, not interrupting a prayer, am I?" he asks cheekily as he walks over. "Or did you come looking for a chat with a priest? Maybe a drink?" he says slyly.