Narration:
Father Benton Black had stayed only a very brief time at the Avalon, as it appeared a meeting of Kindred there was breaking up, at least one leaving without even acknowledging him. He was strong in his faith that he had something to offer this domain, and that in fact the guiding hand of the Lancea et Sanctum was needed here, but so far he'd failed to find a path into the local Kindred community.
Suddenly he became aware that he was so distracted by his thoughts that he'd been driving without any real awareness of where he had been going. He found himself in a run-down neighborhood, much different from the opulence he'd seen in the area around the Avalon. From all the signs written in Spanish in shop windows, it appeared to be an immigrant neighborhood. He saw a church of the Catholic faith, and noted it was in some degree of disrepair. He also noted the active presence of sin on these streets... people making exchanges throguh car windows, women in revealing dress offering themselves to passersby, men at corners selling jewelry and cartons of cigarettes and electronic devices stil in the boxes, no doubt obtained by illegitimate means.