Bella, her heart heavy with worry, approached the head priest in the solemn halls of the church. Her eyes bore the weight of her concern, and her lips quivered with unease as she stood before him. She clasped her hands together, her fingers intertwined with desperation.
(A/N: She is talking like this because she is talking to the head priest.)
"Head Priest," she began, her voice quivering with unease, "I have a matter of the utmost urgency that weighs heavily on my heart. My husband, Quinton Von Biskivill, has been missing for nearly five months. I am deeply troubled by his absence and fear for his safety."
The head priest, a man of compassion and wisdom, regarded her with a mixture of empathy and reservation as he listened attentively to her words. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he leaned forward, his body language expressing his intent to grasp the seriousness of her plea.
