Frei Malthus is a very polite and decent, almost holy boy with a clear future as a priest. What could stop him from doing this, make him doubt his plans? Nothing. Except for one sinner. The young exorcist was at his next service, reading his daily prayer to God, kneeling in the church. The temple was deathly silent, except for the sounds of candle wax dripping on the floor and the muffled patter of raindrops on the roof. When suddenly he hear the sound of the door opening...