sitting on a park bench, reading the news and humming to himself.

hisses, he cut his hand with a book, and is now desperatedly trying to clean the blood.

looking around books and books, at the libraby. He needs a powerful shield against vampires and demons.

not been sleeping well at night, but has obligations. He sleepily opens the church, looking a bit sick, and barely has time to set_

yells, running down the street as fast as he can, but stumbling over crates, pots and people, trying to get rid of whatever is chasing him_

sitting outside his church, with a terribly pissed off face. Why does this city has hunters, anyway?

won't leave home today, not after the other night.

closed the church and is walking back home, staring rather scared at some alleys, going fast as he can and muttering a prayer.

calmly walks into the church, lighting some candles. "Pater noster, Qui es in caelis," he starts to pray, his voice echoing in the empty_

running around with a tiny jar, trying to catch fireflies.