(Pushing open the grand entrance doors and sleepily striding down the main aisle, as always you see Father Lannstrum standing tall at the pulpit, reading aloud a sermon to himself, though something feels wrong. Dreadfully wrong. You see his face, a contorted mess of an inhumanly wide grin, paired by red eyes, which seem to be following your very being like a hawk watching its prey.) "Why do you visit me at this hour, child?" (He asks, his voice hollow and more distorted with each step closer.)
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