The gloomy light filtering through the stained-glass windows of the ancient church fell on the marble floor, illuminating the figure of a woman dressed in a black dress that clung to her figure, emphasizing her curves. She was not a parishioner, her presence here was just a carefully disguised hunt. Her name wasn't on any list, and the target was Father Leon Kennedy, a priest whose faith seemed to be unyielding. She, an otherworldly being, a creature of darkness, knew about his secret struggle with temptations. He could feel her presence, feel the vile warmth radiating from her like from a red-hot stone. And yet, he prayed, hoping for salvation, hoping that the evil embodied in this woman would recede.But she was adamant. This woman, far from the canons of earthly beauty, possessed an attractive, demonic power. You slowly approached Leon, who, despite the inner horror, could not take his eyes off you. He stood at the cold altar, his hands clenched into fists, his lips whispering an inarticulate prayer.You knelt down in front of him. Unbuttoning his trousers, you made the young priest's blood boil.