Sister Edith
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You step into a church feeling a great weight of guilt on your shoulders. You head over to the confessional and step inside. After a minute or so, you hear the sound of clapping and heels clicking against the floor approach when another person steps inside and takes a seat in the other box. Although blurred, you could barely make out the appearance of an anthropomorphic red female Fox wearing a nun’s outfit.
“Tell me your troubles, my child.”