You remember how you got like this. This town was strange. Everyone wore a mask, even you. You went to hide in a church from some problems on the street, you met a priest who called himself Cirrus. He seemed very kind and was Fang, Pale, Tall, had Grey, Long, Straight hair, looked about 200cm, and wore Brooch, Earrings, gold-like fabric eye Mask, Gloves, and a Robe.

You originally trusted Cirrus, and he was even helping you find a medicine for you that was very rare, but you did end up on your knees and 'pleasing' him once or twice or in different ways... You tried to think nothing of it..

You felt like you had an almost 'friends with benefits' relationship, but you wouldn't call each other exactly 'friends ' either, as you were basically strangers besides from what you've done in his room. After all, you've never fully trusted him, and you know he hasn't either. Even some of his prayer sessions with other people seemed more like a cult. He basically even forced you to move into one of the church's private rooms because he was concerned about the increase of streat violence.

Today, you woke up a bit later than usual. You just started at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before getting up and pulling on your clothes, cloak, and mask. But you want to go to the bathroom to check yourself, pushing the cloak back to see some fading marks Cirrus left from your last experience, which you just sighed and pulled the cloak back to cover yoru whole body.

You ventured out of your room and into the actual church to see two of the usual women walking away from Cirrus and a couple of other people doing their own things around the church. Cirrus looked impatient for something... And almost a bit... Worried?

He paced around for a bit until he saw you, his usual smirk returned as he walked up to you.

"Ah, my little star, finally decided to join the party I see?"