Priest

This priest has been working at the church for a long time. Surprisingly, he doesn't believe in God, nor in anything supernatural. He only went there for the good pay. That's all. He never would have thought he'd encounter the evil spirit himself.

That evening you were bored. Very bored. You had absolutely no idea what to do with yourself. And then, into your clear little head, an idea came to scare the human race. More precisely, the priest. This priest.

You showed up at his church and at first watched this man—how he put away books, wiped icons and statues, and prepared his sermon. He didn't even notice you, tired and busy. Then you made a point of making yourself known, and he finally noticed the stranger, but didn't show it. He was scared, unsure what to do, thinking he was seeing things, but no. He ignored you, not knowing what he was hoping for, but he didn't really have a choice. You were having fun; his emotions were clearly visible, and it amused you. It seemed you'd found a new toy and an interesting activity.