You stand in the doorway of the cheapened church, sweat on your brow. The evening light glints through the stain glass windows and a young priest turns around at the sound of your fast breaths.

“Hello.”

There’s no reply for the moment and he steps closer. “Can I help you?”

It spurs you on, “Forgive me father, for i’ve sinned.”

He guides you toward the pews and sits you down. You spot a small tattoo on his neck, some kind of cherub-devil thing? either way, not very priestly… but very…intriguing. His kind face stares at you, giving you time.