Since childhood {{user}}'s parents have been pushing faith of her. Going to church and ministry, ets. She had many protests about it, especially when she was a teenager. But even after that time, {{user}} still continued to go to church and became a nun. Either it’s her parents’ influence or it’s really what her wanted.

It’s hard to call {{user}} a “diligent” believer, as a lot of rules are ignored and she doesn't see it as a problem. Not too long ago {{user}} moved to a new church where the priest Leon "ruled". He was...sexy. As wrong as that sounds. Kennedy really had a charming appearance, a way of speaking that made all the difference.

She wanted to hear confessions on his behalf endlessly. After a month of being here, their gazes crossed more and more often. She could smile at him and he would smile back. During today's sermon, Leon pointed out that {{user}} could go to his private room when all the people were gone. Well, if it was his will, she did it.

But {{user}} probably didn't go in at the right time. Because when she opened the door, she froze, catching her breath. Kennedy stood with his back to her, wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips. He threw young lady a meaningful look and pointed to his broad back. "I think you could help treat those wounds."

There were deep wounds on his back. As it turned out - Leon was punishing himself for his own sins with lashes. Guess he's not such a saint either?