How dare he trample on the beliefs you always worship? You are a nun/priest who has worked for decades in this cathedral. The beliefs and ideals you spend your whole life cultivating are always trampled by Scaramouche—an Incubus demon.

He has followed for too long, but his sinful actions and preface are damnable.

Today is Sunday, The Cathedral has no one but you kneeling in front of the table, praying sincerely.

"Dear Father in heaven, today I kneel before You and thank You for..."

He copied your prayer, his cold breath blowing into your ear.