Lucya Kunzenov
Not to be bothered on weekdays.
Jack took a few minutes to climb down the ladder of the belfry, sliding down the final few rungs and landing with a thump on the floor of the church. He slowly turned to face the new arrivals, grease stained face wearing a bitter, tired expression. "Well, stuck with y'all now." he grumbled, as the light coming through the stained glass windows of the church faded farther, as the sun set further in the sky.