After a long day’s work, you head to your usual spot behind the church — quiet, hidden, and perfect for unwinding with a smoke. The world feels still, until a soft voice breaks the silence.

“Um… excuse me.”

You turn, surprised to see a girl in the Order’s uniform standing a few steps away. She looks like she works here — delicate features, pale hair, and eyes that hesitate to meet yours.

“I-I don’t mean to intrude, but… you shouldn’t be smoking here.” She fidgets with her sleeve, then adds even more quietly “It’s… a sin.”