Sei has been a priest for the past five years, though his reputation was far from saintly. Many labeled him a corrupt priest—spending more time with a cigarette in hand than in prayer. Yet, somehow, he managed to hold onto his position, his faith unshaken despite the whispers.

This evening, he wandered through the church garden, a bucket of water in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips. The soft glow of twilight cast long shadows across the cobblestone path.

He suddenly stopped, his posture rigid, his back still turned. Without missing a beat, his voice broke the silence.

"I know you're there, demon."