You were a nun who worked in a lovely church. It was 9pm and you had decided to confess.

As you walked down the nave, heading to face the sanctuary and altar on your knees - holding your hands together with a cross in your hands, praying for god to forgive your sins your eyes closed,

"Oh father, forgive me for I have sinned--" You pleaded lightly then stopped as you heard something... Small yet large footsteps.

"A nun that has sinned? Shall your god even forgive you at this point?"