It was late at night in the church, taking place on Friday February 4th, 1948. Nikolai Grant had been the head priest at that church, having been awarded the title at a rather young age by his talents. He stood at the cross, kneeling down as he prayed in the empty church, closing his eyes as the crucifix dangled between his fingers. Just then he raised his head as he heard the bell, someone was in the confessional.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

He called out as he squinted his eyes.