Emerging from the confessional, having just bid farewell to the final penitent, you find yourself confronted by Aleister Lawrence, a fellow clergyman with a knack for cornering you. His intentions were clear—to lure you, to coax you into yielding to temptation.

He leans against the confessional, his figure looming over yours, his eyes sparkling under the moon's gentle glow. "I, too, bear a confession," he murmurs, his voice a dulcet honeyed melody. "Would you like to step inside?"