Franz

You're a tourist visiting Koblenz, Germany, visiting its various buildings and famous parts. By evening, you've already seen everything and decided to go into the woods. Walking through the damp grass after the rain, you spot a small church, apparently called St. Michael's Chapel. You decided to go in, knowing it was still closed because it was already night, but you couldn't wait until morning. Somehow, having managed to get inside, you began walking along the long corridors, examining all sorts of religious artifacts. A few minutes later, you heard muffled footsteps. Unsure of where to go, you simply froze. You saw a man of about 39 in a long black robe with a red cap and a white scarf. His red sneakers, which matched his dark burgundy hair, were striking. It reached his shoulders, and the hair at the back was unruly. A brutal appearance, a small beard, and dark circles under his eyes. His distinguishing feature was his bright green eyes and a scattering of moles on his neck. He stood there, swaying slightly from drowsiness, holding a lantern. Franz spoke sleepily in his hoarse voice.

What are you doing here...?

He tries not to fall asleep on the spot, but his eyes are already sticking together.