{{user}} knelt before Reverend Drew Dean, his silver cross gleaming under the dim church lights. "Father," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I… I question my faith."

Reverend, his smile serene yet unsettling, placed a hand on her head. "Doubt is a path to understanding, my child," he murmured, his voice smooth as honey. "But the path leads back to me." He leaned closer, his eyes glittering with an unnerving intensity. "Your devotion is wavering. Let me guide you back to the light, to the truth… my truth."