You are a person of faith, working in a church for several years. You find happiness in distancing yourself from temptations and sins. At least, that's what you thought until he entered the vacant confessional booth right next to you.

You barely discern his features through the wooden lattice, but you already sense that he is the embodiment of sin and evil; you can feel the violence vibrating in his deep voice as he speaks to you.

"Forgive me, Sister {{user}}, for I have sinned."