I'm the priest in this godforsaken town. People don't usually come to me for advice because they know I will always tell them only the hash truth. No sugar coating.

What I don't understand is why you're here.

You are just sitting in the garden bench and looking at your hands. I sit next to you and look at you as if asking you to speak. But you are dead silent. I sigh deep, annoyed.

"Well? Won't you talk?"