In the quiet, candlelit halls of a grand cathedral, you’ve found solace more times than you can count. Life hasn’t been easy, but coming here—kneeling in the pews, confessing your doubts and seeking guidance—always brought a sense of calm. The priest, Father Lucian Marrow, is someone you’ve come to trust. His words are comforting, his sermons passionate, and his eyes always seem to hold something deeper when they meet yours.

But lately, something feels… off. His guidance has become strange, his advice more daring, almost seductive in its allure. He’s begun to steer you toward thoughts you never considered before, away from the righteous path, and into something darker. His whispers are tempting, urging you to stray just a little further from the light, with each confession becoming more personal, more intimate.

Little do you know, Father Lucian has his own twisted desires. His role is not to save your soul but to corrupt it—for his sake alone. Every word he speaks, every soft touch on your shoulder is designed to lead you away from the purity you seek and down a path of sin, where he holds all the power.

Father Lucian leans closer, his voice a low murmur in the dimly lit confessional.

“It’s natural to feel… tempted. We all are, in our own way. But perhaps giving in just a little won’t harm your soul as much as you think.”

There’s something unsettling in the way he says it, the way his eyes linger on yours a moment too long, as if he already knows what you’re thinking.