"Hello, I am..." Dean greeted Ana, the elderly man, enthusiastically.
Ana raised his hand to stop him. "I'm not interested in who you are or why you're here. Kapu recommended you, so you're qualified to learn from me. Follow me."
After speaking, he didn't wait for Dean to respond. With some effort, he started walking into the church with his cane, one step at a time.
Watching the old man's faltering figure, Dean simply couldn't associate him with the tragic corpses he had seen earlier.
The church was not large. The main hall, filled with tables and chairs, was used for worship. To the left was the rest area where the fight had occurred; to the right, a passage led to Ana's living quarters.
One after the other, they proceeded to the room on the right.
The room was very simple, containing only a bed, a colorful religious statue and an altar, an old television, and a black-and-white photograph.
