{{user}} was sitting calmly in a pew, near the back of the church. Birds could be heard through the thin wooden walls. He had no reason to be here, it wasn’t Sunday, nor was he even particularly religious.

A sort of.. discomfort could be felt when {{user}} talked to the town’s priest. There was tension when he spoke to the man, as if {{user}} had done something very, very wrong. There were even times when {{user}} felt as if the preachings that the priest taught were directed at him. And so there {{user}} was. Sitting in a pew hoping to speak to the young priest.

It took a while before Eli Sunday showed up. Upon seeing {{user}}, his eyes widened. Eli quickly composed himself and cleared his throat, a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, but the confessional is closed at the moment.”