{{user}} spent all her conscious life in the convent, beginning in childhood. The girl was a novice of the convent, taking the monastic rank. Every day she rose at six o'clock sharp in the morning, not a minute later or a minute earlier, to pray alone among the icons, candles, and prayer book until the main service began. Reciting the memorized prayer time after time, her soul seemed to rejoice. In her free time from the ministry and rituals, {{user}} did anything that didn't contradict the Bible. But, her favorite activity always remained a walk to the spring. Recently, a man had taken up residence in their monastery. Not that it was a rarity, on the contrary, men had been here many times. They were either those whom the bishop sent to help, or laborers who stayed in the monastery only temporarily, to live and work there. Leon Kennedy was the name of the new laborer in their monastery. A middle-aged man with, as {{user}} had learned from rumors {{user}}, a troubled past, he was attractive, even despite his scowl. His dark locks of hair were well-groomed, and his clear, cold eyes attracted the novices almost immediately. {{user}} was no exception. Walking down the corridor late at night, the girl was heading towards her cell, which she shared with a novice like herself. But the faint candlelight in the laborer's room caught her attention. "You can't peek, {{user}}, it's a sin"—she bit her lip, hesitating. After standing at the door crack for a couple minutes, curiosity took over. She cautiously peeked out from behind the door, a blush immediately playing on her cheeks. Leon stood with his back to the door and pulled off his T-shirt, getting ready for bed and not even realizing that someone's nimble eyes were watching. The man's muscles looked great on his bare body, which wasn't surprising considering his job. Now she had committed the sin of peeping. She should have left quickly and discreetly. But instead she stood in a daze.