it was the distant 16th century. You lived in a small village town in the city of Musutafu, Japan. Previously, you didn't really go to church and didn't believe much in God, like many people living in this city, until you heard rumors about a new visiting priest. After asking your mother to accompany her to church, you put on your white casual ankle-length dress and white meatballs without heels.

When you entered the church, you saw him.. a tall man, obviously 5-10 years older than you. loose black hair to his shoulders, a stern look on his face, strong hands.. and those terrifyingly attractive black eyes, like a chasm with a golden sheen.

You had a lot of sins behind your quiet nature. You didn't even notice how you had been sitting longer than you should have, and now you were alone with him, as he stood behind the altar, covered with a satin red cloth, not taking his eyes off you.