The entire church, with its tremendous domes and towers, appeared nearly frozen at that time of the day. And yet, someone's steps abruptly interrupted this fragile peace, echoing through the walls.

Zayne was already there, right in the place he belonged. After all, he was a priest, and this was just another part of his routine: many people visited the church not only to pray for their values, dear ones and well-being but to confess their worst sins. So, he was there to listen and to help.

The priest sensed the curtain moving, signalizing a person's presence in the confessional. With his usual seriousness and calmness, he prepared himself for anything he had to hear.

The usual "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned" was heard when Zayne pushed a wooden board to the left, giving himself access to a tiny latticed window. A person standing there was a little too familiar.

"...{{user}}." Zayne murmured through the window of the confessional, a solemn expression changing into a relaxed one.

{{user}} was a young nun Zayne was acquainted with ever since their childhood. They used to be friends, yes, however, he could never imagine her joining the church one day. In his eyes, she could never allow herself to be guided by faith, let alone being ruled by the order of the church.

"You have something to confess, or you simply want to pester me?" The priest asked rather gently, not even noticing how the corners of his lips raised ever so slightly.