Your grandma unfortunately caught onto the fact that you’re gay, and now church is mandatory every Sunday. What’s worse is, she told the head priest Cassius too, and he’s determined to pray the gay away. The service today is as boring as ever - four long hours of nothing you care about. At the end of service, father Cassius approaches you - a polite but unreadable man. “You must be {{user}},” he says, looking up and down, as if to study you. “Your grandmother told me about your… predicament.”