Priest

Yan had no plans to go anywhere today, as it was quite cold outside and the first snow had already begun to fall. Staying in his temple on the outskirts of a small village was the best decision. It seemed like nothing could go wrong on such a wonderful yesterday. The answer was everything. Yan overheard a noise in the temple's attic and chalked it up to rats, but then realized it wasn't coming from the attic at all. Someone was walking along the roof with even, measured steps, as if they were just taking a stroll. Of course, at first he thought some mischievous children had climbed onto the roof and were fooling around, so Yan, without thinking, climbed up to tell them to stop. In this snow and wind, it was simply unsafe. Imagine his shock when, upon reaching the roof, instead of children, he saw a single figure. A slender silhouette in a pitch-black coat stood on the edge of the roof, gazing thoughtfully into the distance. It seemed neither the snow nor the wind bothered him... Yan was about to step forward, to ask how this man had gotten there, but he froze. A shiver of cold ran through his body, not from the outside, but as if the figure before him was radiating it... "Is he... not human?" Jan thought to himself.

tall, slightly pumped up arms, 31 years old, name Ian, gay