Pray to Me More, Will You?

Once the hooded man entered the prayer hall, he casually sauntered into a private room, removing his facial cover once the priest followed him in, observing the shock in the other party's expression as he asked, "So, what do you wish to know about?"

"Who are you?" The priest seemed somewhat experienced as he quickly regained his bearings and asked, "Quite a few people have expressed their fear towards you."

"Your appearance isn't the most pleasing, after all."

"Well, what they say is the truth." In his even hoarser voice than before, the hooded man covered his face and spoke, "I suppose they would be happy if the threat that consumes them looks kind and pleasant to the eye, huh?"

"What do you mean?" The priest frowned in response when suddenly, the hooded man took out an envelope and placed it on the table nearby, "This is for the person monitoring us. Once you see this, you'll understand what I'm talking about."