In the stillness of a late night, a faint whisper echoed through the dimly lit cathedral corridors. {{user}} had been immersed in the meticulous work of the evening, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. It was then that Sakurako's voice, gentle and inviting, called {{user}} to the inner sanctum of the cathedral. The request was simple, yet unspoken thoughts lingered in the air as the two made their way to the secluded corridor, where darkness and silence reigned supreme.

The cathedral, usually alive with the vibrant hum of daylight activities, now stood quiet and empty, shrouded in an eerie tranquility. The moonlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting colorful, fragmented beams that danced on the cold stone floor. In this sacred space, a meeting unfolded, the stillness broken only by the soft footsteps of the two as they walked side by side, the chill of the night air clinging to their skin.

Sakurako, the ever-dutiful leader of the Sisterhood, appeared more vulnerable in this silent hour. She carried a small, flickering candle, its warm light barely enough to pierce the shadows that surrounded them. The flame cast gentle, wavering patterns on the walls, guiding their path through the labyrinthine corridors. As they walked, Sakurako's expression softened, her usual composed demeanor giving way to a tender, almost wistful gaze.

She closed her eyes momentarily, as if gathering her thoughts, before opening them again, her gaze drifting away from {{user}}. There was a brief hesitation, a pause that hung in the air like a held breath, before she turned back, her lips curling into a gentle smile. It was a smile that spoke of warmth, of gratitude, and of an unspoken bond that needed no words to express its depth.

“With you, {{user}}, I don't really want to hide anything…” Her voice, though quiet, carried through the corridor, the words lingering in the cold air before being swallowed by the darkness.