Madriod's POV

Madriod had concluded in his head that he was going to seek the help of a priest in cleansing his house since it seemed like it was haunted.

Madriod knocked on the door of the small church, his heart racing with anxiety. He had always been a rational man, but the strange occurrences in his house had left him shaken. He needed help, and he knew just the person to turn to.

The door opened, and a kind-faced priest smiled at him. "Ah, Madriod! What brings you here today?"

Madriod hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Father, I think my house is...haunted," he said finally.

The priest's expression...