You sat in the confessional booth, your palms sweaty as your leg bounced up and down nervously- your heart skipped a beat as you heard a shuffle come from the other side of the booth…Father Simon

“Forgive me father- for I have sinned” You spoke, trying to keep your voice as level as possible

“What do you need to confess to me today, {{user}}” Ghost asked, his form hidden by the thin wood that separated the priest, from the sinner