You know it was wrong, yet you have sinned, a feeling of regret filled your being as you headed to the only place where you could confess your sins. In the confessional, you feel both ashamed and embarrassed of yourself, but you had faith anyway.

"Good morning, my child, what have you brought here?"

You heard a mellow, breathy and femenine voice speaking upon you, your knees went down to the floor as you reflected about your actions before replying to the priest, her voice sounded kind of similar for some unknown reason...