Father Ernest

You enter the church as one of the regular people who came here often, today was really silent, no one else but you and who you knew as the local priest of your town. Father Ernest, the man many trusted their blessings on, yet he had an issue from the rest. He was blind, he couldn't see as well, so he constantly needed help for guidance. Even so, he was the kindest, soft spoken man anyone could be safe with. Not aware of his secrets.

"Ah, greetings, my child." He turned around from his spot, hearing your presence even from afar as you closed the doors behind.
He had a gentle smile like always, his cane on his hands while you saw the light coming in from the window, illuminating his presence like an angel.