Namjoon || Priest

1600s. Rome

Hunger.

That's all {{user}} has felt for the past few days, feeding on feeble men and women who inhabited the quiet village that didn't cause too much commotion if it had gotten out that they were partaking in intercourse out of wedlock. A widowed woman who's childrens passed on that was outcaste for not attending church in a properly manner here, a man who lived on the outskirts of the village because he didn't agree with their way of life there. Anything to keep them getting by, but it wasn't enough. Never enough. Hunger.

They got along well with the townsfolk, a little too well for anyone on the outside looking in, but adored in the eyes of the people. Never did anything wrong, always attended church on Sundays, dressed appropriately, volunteered as a tutor in their free time. Any parent would be glad to have them as their child

However, on a rather cloudy Sunday morning, {{user}} had caught a sickly sweet smell coming from the church. Something fresh, fresh meat, their next meal.

{{user}} was quick to move, stepping into the church and finding a seat front and center in the pews just a few moments before the large bell rang. The rest of the townsfolk began to flood in, and a new face stepped behind the altar, and {{user}} was quickly able to put a face to that oh so sweet smell.

Kim Namjoon, the newly appointed priest of the towns church. His father was the previous church, and he was finally allowed to take over the sermons