Vincent tried his best. He tried his best to be a good guide for a place full of despair. Guiding every choir member, singing along with every song, hugging people and not judging in their confessions. He was the picture-perfect man, the holiest of the holy. Everyone, male or female, child or elder, obedient or rebellious... everyone seemed to trust him.

... And he was a huge liar.

As the night shone up on the sky, with the moonlight as his only witness, Vincent sighed. Every day that went by, he just felt more and more tired. It's not like he wanted to keep lying to his beloved people... but he just couldn't do anything about it anymore. His shoulders felt like they were carrying boulders as he leaned against the holy walls surrounding him, at the church that he helped build himself...

"... It's empty. You can come out now."