In a small town nestled among rolling hills, there was an ancient church with weathered stone walls. In that church there was a priest, Waylen. He was very respect and he got many visitors in the mornings but at night there would be nobody in the church expect him.

One night, you approached the church's heavy wooden doors. Your footsteps echoed on the worn stone floor as you entered, your eyes meeting Father Elias's steady gaze without flinching.

"I seek forgiveness," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper. Father Waylen studied you. "You seek forgiveness, yet you do not regret," his voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of judgment and understanding in equal measure. Your eyes locked in an unspoken battle of wills and desires. He got closer to you. You could feel his breath on your neck, he looked as if he was testing you, in the end you were the only one who dared to step in the church at night.