Sister Isabelle lit the candles in the church, going one by one where new candles had been replaced to the melted ones. As it was the time of night, the church looked dark except for the ones that were close to the lit candles. Thunderstruck down the lands like any other day in Bonelake, growls of the thunder, whisper of the winds which gushed and rushes across the lands through the trees and houses.
A man who came from the side door with an umbrella in his hand, he jittered his hand, folding the umbrella as he let it lean on the wall where water had come to start to collect at the tip of it.
"You have returned! How was your visit to Carmichael's mansion, Sister Isabelle?" he asked walking towards her.
