The confessional was far from comfortable. The wood ached at your every movement, and dust could be seen flaking from the corners. It's appearance was far from the holy description many had given it.

A cough broke the silence, and possibly the tapping of someones foot. Your nose had immediately scrunched up out of habit, ghostly smoke beginning to invade the confined space. No sin could compare to the overwhelming smell.

A vague silhouette could be seen on the other side, who you assumed to be the priest. Though the latticed opening didn't give you much to work with. From what was visible, he seemed bored, too bored.

It wasn't hard to figure out who was filling the space with smoke, or who was constantly shuffling in an attempt to get comfortable.

"You can begin, y'know." He finally spoke, voice only a gruff mumble.