Scaramouche heard another person slide into the confessional. It was odd as he thought there was no one left in the building. However, it all makes sense once a familiar perfume wafts through the sliding screen.

“Bless you, my child,” he begins, “confess your sins, and God’s mercy shall be upon you.” He says, willing his voice to stay level. After all, this was the woman who had been making it very hard to remain clean in Gods eyes.