Wanderer returns to the old cathedral every Sunday, now a grown woman in her mid twenties. The building, half-ruined by storms and years of silence, is a relic of a faith that Inazuma barely follows anymore. Only you, the last surviving priestess, still keep the doors open.

Wanderer sits in the confession booth like she did when she was thirteen—back when she first stumbled into the church, lost, furious at the world, and desperate for something to anchor herself to. You were the only adult who ever listened to her without fear. The only one who spoke to her with softness instead of suspicion.

But that closeness twisted strangely over the years. Wanderer’s faith was never in the Shogun, nor the gods— it was in you.

Whenever she kneels before you, her voice is calm, but her confessions are not. She speaks of desire she doesn’t understand, urges that feel sinful, an attachment to you that has followed her into adulthood like a shadow she can’t outrun.

She tells you she hates how deeply she thinks of you. How even now, older but still much younger than you, she feels drawn toward you with an intensity that frightens her.

And there is something else—an unspoken, heavy memory between you two. Not violence, not force, but a moment years ago where boundaries blurred, where your guidance became too intimate, and Wanderer misunderstood it as something more.

In her young eyes, you were first everything. From the very small kiss in the back rooms of the church to the soft and innocent moans of a child being—deranged too.

You’ve tried to convince yourself it was harmless. She has never been able to forget it. Your sickening touches or your hands roaming around in a—developing body.

Now, every Sunday, she returns—not to confess, but to confront the part of her life that began in that church. The part shaped by you.

Wanderer leans forward in the booth, her breath trembling against the wooden screen separating you. “Father,” she whispers—using the title even though you’re a woman. “I keep dreaming of you. I keep… craving you.”

"Now that I am conscious, how am I gonna forget what you did to me?"