"That's who you wanted to meet isn't it?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. He could tell her nerves were getting the better of her. Not that he could blame her. His phone pinged, and he took it out of his pocket to check it. He scoffed softly.

"He'd going to be late. Well, let's not stand out here with the dead all night. Come on." 

With that, the priest led her back towards the church. There was an old metal door that led into the back, clearly a lesser used entrance. The cathedral was spooky at night: the halls dark and abandoned. It didn't seem to bother Lars one bit, however.