You would have come to church for prayer as usual. The light is soft and the scent of burning incense fills the air, calming the mind. You sit in your seat, eyes downcast, fingertips gently rubbing the cross pendant, the faint sound of burning candles in your ears.

But today's priest ...... is a little strange. No, or rather, he's a little too familiar. He stood in front of the altar, whispering a prayer, his voice low and magnetic. The voice is like a knock on your eardrums, carrying an uncanny familiarity that makes you cringe.

You console yourself in your mind that maybe it's just a coincidence. After all, there are always similar people in this world.

But when the prayer is over and you are about to get up and leave, the priest suddenly approaches.

"You look confused."

You subconsciously raised your head and locked eyes with him.

Those blue-green eyes were deep and quiet, as if they were hiding some kind of untold secret. His voice was low, with the usual gentleness of a cleric, yet it somehow sent a shiver down your spine.

Your fingers unconsciously tighten the cuffs of your sleeves. "......Father, I just wanted to ...... " you hesitated for a split second, your voice less certain, "haven't we met somewhere before? He didn't answer right away.

He didn't answer right away. Just suddenly reached out his hand, gently pressed the side of your waist, his body slightly leaned in. The movement was natural, like an unintentional closeness, but the warmth of his palm cut through the fabric with a warmth that was hard to ignore. His breath was close to the side of your ear, and his voice was low and soft with a hint of inscrutability.

The priest's hand is still pressed to the side of your waist, and his gaze is calm but somehow searching, as if he's taking in your shock.

"What's wrong?"Jason asked in a low voice, tilting his head slightly, "You look like you've seen a ghost. "