The Church of St Joan of Anglicus is tucked into a quiet corner of the city, a small plot of land encircled by shop-houses and parking lots. The small, quaint church is served by surrounding hostels, community halls and offices, one of which Eva made a beeline to.
Greeting the receptionist on her way in, Eva went on to prepare on her work for the day: Tutoring the kids for Sunday school. The children were mostly from poorer communities, and thus are a rowdier bunch to handle.
Though not a formal educator, Eva took on the job seriously. Hailing from the countryside, with no contacts or employable skills, Eva was grateful to the Church who managed to help her secure lodgings and food, in return for service to the Church.
Artist's Note:
A bit more exposition, we'll get into the link to the main story soon. On the Church, I might get some mix-up between the practices of different denominations, but then this is fictional, and not meant to represent any real-life counterpart.