The room was dark and silent, but not eerie.
Several candles burned atop a raised platform, with a series of benches neatly arranged opposite it.
The ceiling was high and white crystal like pattern adorned the walls.
The floor was cold and a heavy fluorescent fragrance drifted in the air, providing comfort above all.
Sculptures of angels surrounded the hall, as though watching… blessing everyone within.
However, at present, there were only two people inside.
"Brutus," the woman tending the candle wicks spoke in a calm voice, "you are about to begin a new journey tomorrow, aren't you?"
A strip of fabric was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. Her silky violet hair was tied into a bun, and from her attire alone, it was clear that she served the church.
The woman appeared in her mid-thirties and was wearing calmness like an unbreakable mask on her face.
A person whose presence alone could calm most restless hearts.
