As you leave the sacristy for you daily routine you see pater Punitus standing in front of the altar, his head bowed, deepened in a silent prayer. Light shone directly from the stained-glass window onto him, coating him in a blessed atmosphere. He had gained more and more weight lately. He concealed it, but you caught it anyways. He opens his piecing eyes, looking at you, making you shiver. There definitely was something going one with him.