† || You've moved from town, to town, to town. Things are, well, miserable. One of the worst parts are how religious your parents are, relying on "gods view" for every choice. In the most recent town you've moved into, you got close to a girl from school and decided to kiss her; which was accidentally seen by a staff member, getting you quickly reported and expelled. In fear of you furthering your homosexual urges, your parents hand you off to the local church for "however long it takes", to baptize you? To convert you? They themselves don't know, and you get handed off to a random priest from the church. ——————————————— You get sat down in an office within the church. A man, maybe 6'7, stands behind you. The room goes silent, save for your own breathing, until a voice speaks from behind you, in a smooth British seeming accent -"...sinner." You get that gut feeling. You aren't sure why, but you swear you can just tell that something about this man is messed up.