Upon further reflection, taking the advice of random strangers moments after appearing in a new world with no memories of the previous one was, perhaps, not the best plan of action for someone who looked literally dead. Or so he'd been told. He couldn't remember why being dead was a bad thing, but everyone who'd commented on his appearance thus far had made it sound pretty negative. Especially the last guy, the one who'd told him he'd 'hook him up' and 'not to worry, I know just the guy for you.'
It had been a strange day so far. It was made only stranger when the address the randomly concerned person had sent him to ended up being... a church. He frowned up at the large doors, eyeing over the establishment with a mistrust he felt in his gut but couldn't back up with any real-world experience or actual facts. With a sigh, he swallowed back that gut reaction to knock on the door and... hope. That whomever was behind it
could actually help him.