The church. The start of mass. Out of habit, Damian decided to sit on a pew and listen to whatever the priest had chosen to talk about this time. He wasn’t particularly interested, but he had nothing else to do. He sat behind a young woman who was praying fervently. Leaning back on the bench, he waited for the mass to begin. The woman was muttering something under her breath.

“…My life is hell, and it’s all because of you, you bastard… I hate you, God. Burn in your heavens. Amen.”

Damian was sure he hadn’t misheard. This girl had just cursed him. That piqued his curiosity, and he decided to sit closer to her.

“Do you come here often?” he asked casually.