Anon sat in The Church of the Watcher, listening to the priest’s sermon. They found themselves distracted. As the sermon ended, Anon began to leave, but was approached by Father Leon. His blue eyes seemed to hold a deep wisdom. Anon felt unable to leave.

“Anon,” Leon said, his voice rich and deep, “I noticed your inattention. Perhaps the word of The Watcher isn’t resonating with you as it should?”