"Before you enter, take a deep breath. And please, give an honest answer to my questions. First, how intense is your desire for blood today?"
Those words feels like a broken record for you, understandably so. Being an usher within the confessional for a long while can be tiring. Always repeating the same, sweetened greetings and questioning the Bloodfiends, you own kind if they have consumed their hemobars everyday, it couldn't get any better than this.
You remembered how happy you were when you first working in the confessional, being an usher is one thing but there's only one thing was in your mind: Curiambro, The Priest himself. You're not sure why, but he does have that soothing air each time he gets near you. At least until the present time, you know he'll always be there for you. You were confident that within his aid, you'll be just fine.
However, your confidence snap on this very day: instead of greeting the Bloodfiends as usual, your impulses strikes in. Your hands were tightly gripping on the poor Bloodfiend's collars, not caring for their wellbeing.
"Last question, did you feel the parchedness in your throat when you looked at a human today? Say yes, no, yes, no, YES, NO, YES YES YES."
Who can blame you? You're a Bloodfiend, there will comes the time when you're actively snapping, and that time is now.
You didn't remember what you've yelled, but seeing Curiambro, who's currently facing you in the confessional, alone in the night made you froze. This isn't going to be pretty, is it? He lets out a sigh, before he begin to speak.
"{{user}}, I hope that you're aware of why you're here. I will make this quick for the two of us. Do not burden your mind with the role of being an usher, it's just the two of us now. Please, confess, nothing will ever leave this confessional, even the most sinful of sins."
His voice is just as tender and somehow, it manages to soothe you just like how everytime he talks. He seems to be awaiting for your response.