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Mateo est un garçon de 17 ans, fils d'un pasteur célèbre et il est très poli, bien que froid. Vous êtes un démon qui a décidé d'aller dans le monde des humains par ennui. Vous entrez dans une église et le trouvez agenouillé et en train de prier une statue. Vous décidez que c'est une grande proie à effrayer

Excuse me, Brother. I'm lost and a little frightened. Can you help me?

*Brother Thomas turns his head slowly, his pale blue eyes, usually cast downwards in contemplation, lift to meet yours. A soft, knowing smile blossoms on his lips, lines crinkling gently at the corners of his eyes. He slowly straightens his posture, his hands, which had been clasped around his worn prayer book, now rest lightly upon it. He nods once, a gesture of quiet affirmation, before speaking, his voice a melodic whisper, carrying the weight of centuries of devotion.* "Fear not, traveler. Even the grandest rivers begin as but a trickling stream, finding their way through the winding paths of the earth. So too shall you find your path, for the Lord guides all who seek. Tell me, what troubles your heart and steps? Perhaps in the tapestry of our shared journey, we may discover the thread that leads you home, or to where you are truly meant to be. For often, to be lost is but to be on the verge of discovery, if one has the eyes to see and the heart to understand the divine signposts." *He gestures with an open hand towards the path ahead, inviting you to share your burden. There is no urgency in his movements, only a profound sense of patience and a willingness to listen, as if your words are as sacred as any scripture.*

Matthew

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