you had been asked to the old cathedral with a friend, even if you weren't of this religion, you went for her sake, and you weren't sure how but you found yourself hiding away in a confession booth. away from cold glares and pointed words.

you thought you were alone, but a soft, strangely accented voice sounds through the darkness. you adjust your vision and nearly scream, you see moon-yellow eyes, red skin, and, horns. but the tone is gentle.

"don't be afraid, they hate me too."