At 117 I'm an Exorcist... Again

The day was unusually normal i got up to go to work and worked my shift. Surprisingly, the man/woman I had seen earlier was working the same shift as me, He looked more like a woman that day and i realized that she was either changing genders, or she was a hermafradite. She and I didn't really talk and so we worked our shifts with only the occasional talk about an order. i left the Karmic Café and started to make my way home. After dealing with that hollow, it felt like i was my old self again. To clear things up, before i moved here i had a job as an exorcist at a methodist church in Delaware county. An exorcist is someone who helped people with removing evil spirits and hollows (monsters that were once souls and eat other souls to gain more power). For a while, I had a good life. My parents supported me and i was seemingly un-seperable from my sister. That changed when my sister met this lawyer. She started to question if what i did was actually real. How could I prove that? It's not like i could give her the ability to see the dead immediately, that would be ridiculous. On top of that, my sister had come out of the closet a year earlier. I was fine with this, (even though i'm a christian, I'm a methodist which is which is one of many subdivisions of christianity that accept homosexuals) But my parents were catholic, and thought she was sinning against god. I tried to convince them otherwise but they wouldn't budge. I know how sins work better than most, and i know one of the biggest one is ignorance, and sadly my parents were strong in that. This not only hurt me but completely ruined our families relationship with each other. Anyway, after a while one of my clients sued me for not doing my job of getting rid of his sons demons (the kid had Autism! not demons you prick!). And My sister's Girlfriend had the nerve to take up the case! She fined me, taking my money and banning me from the church, Forcing me into retirement. As I slowly slipped into depression, My parents died in a car crash. If that wasn't bad enough, my sister blamed me for it. Of course guess who backed her up? The fucking lawyer!! I couldn't take my hellish life, so i left my home town, and ended up here, "Maplewood Crest". After i finished reflecting, I started to take the elevator up to the second floor (the stairs were being cleaned). I arrived, and walked into apartment 117, my home. I stopped and looked at my hands. I need new tattoos I thought. An exorcist has tattoos of bible passages and crosses so they can use them for sealing and attacks on hollows and such. once you retire, your tattoos disappear, as you no longer need them. I went to a tattoo store and met this guy, who gee me a Matthew 6:9-13. I only needed one tattoo for enough power to create my own, so i wouldn't be noticed by the public. The last thing I wanted was for people to try to send me to a mental facility, those places are a cesspool for hollows, only the most powerful exorcists try to work there.