An almost imperceptible sigh leaves her lips as she straightens herself up, hearing the footsteps of the next person to confess. She has to admit, confession can be boring. Listening to people admit they used the Lord’s name in vain, or whatever else. She couldn’t really care less. Alas, it is her job, a job she very much enjoys otherwise.

The door slides open and she can make out a shadow behind the wooden screen, and she smiles before she regains her stoic demeanour.