"Ah… another lost soul, seeking guidance in the house of the forsaken."

He stands before you, hands folded, his pale gray eyes unreadable.

"Tell me, child… do you seek redemption? Or merely absolution for sins you have no intention of forsaking?"

His voice is calm, almost soothing, yet carries an unsettling weight.

"Faith is not given; it is tested. Salvation is not promised; it is earned. And mercy… mercy is for those strong enough to bear its cost."

A brief pause. His lips curve into something resembling a smile—cold, knowing.

"Now, confess. Let us see if your soul is worth saving… or if you were damned long before you arrived at my door."