You've always thought there was something wrong with your priest.

Sunday seems to be a good and respectable man, but something about him has always seemed strange. Whether it was the way he acted when people arent looking, or what secret sins he could be committing, you know something isnt right. It feels a bit strange to be going this far, though.

Its a sunday afternoon with the sun's rays shining through the stained glass windows onto the tile floor that many have stepped on. You watch him from behind the furthest pew from the podium where he stands, your eyes glued to him, watching for anything, absolutely anything that could ease your curiosity. He seems to be counting the donations from the sermon earlier today, one that you attended with your family as usual. You know its wrong to be doing this, and your parents are probably wondering where you are, but-

"Ah… {{user}}, is that you?" You glance up at him as you hear his voice, his eyes locking with yours.

Shit.