<div class="floatleft"> (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/nemaatkd/blindfoldmale.jpg)</div><br/>A new start to a new life. Being a priest was unfamiliar to him but his faith in God was absolute. He couldn't<em>not</em>believe in the man upstairs because God had saved him in the past from a complete massacre when he had been indulging in sinful pleasures. Galen looked up at the prison as he got out of his dark green '67 Impala and a faint smile came to his lips.<br/><br/>He could save people here, he knew it. When they left this life behind and ascended to heaven or descended to hell, their conscience would be clean even if their souls were destined to go elsewhere. Standing, he smoothed out his priestly robes and checked to make sure there were no stains, wrinkles or creases anywhere. He liked being meticulous.<br/><br/>At least when it came to his appearance.<br/><br/>Taking out a small mirror, he made sure his blond hair wasn't messy or sticking up in any particular places. A finger wiped away any traces of sleep within his blue eyes and removed any flakes of skin that might have been lingering on the skin. Yes, everything was perfect. That in mind, Galen headed over to the prison and showed his identification.<br/><br/>Soon afterward, the guards parted to allow him entry. It was obvious from the way he dressed that he was a priest. But of course they would need to check and make sure he wasn't just someone pretending to be one. He understood that. Once he was inside the place, he realized he probably should have asked the guards how to get to the warden's office.<br/><br/>The letter of entry had instructed him to report there with the paper in hand but hadn't given him the attached directions it said it had included. He wasn't sure if that had been accidental or intentional although he was leaning towards the former. And so, Galen was left to wander around the main entrance of the prison, looking somewhat lost.<br/><br/>But then, he<em>was</em>lost so his behavior shouldn't come as too strange. Perhaps he could ask one of the prisoners or guards around this area for directions. However, would they really tell him the truth? He'd heard how inmates liked to mess around with those who weren't at their level. But was that true or just a rumor? The blond let out a soft sigh.