The next morning, Louis found himself standing inside the church, stifling a yawn as he listened to one of the senior altar servers explain the roles and duties. He wasn't the only one being trained—several other new recruits stood beside him, most of them younger than him.
Ryan, who had been the one to drag him into this in the first place, stood at the front with a clipboard in hand, occasionally nodding as the senior altar server spoke.
"Alright, listen up," the trainer, a tall and strict-looking guy named Peter, clapped his hands to get their attention. "Being an altar server is more than just standing around looking holy. It's about discipline, attentiveness, and respect for the Mass."
Louis resisted the urge to sigh. He had faced a demon last night, and now he was getting lectured on carrying a candle properly.
