"Amen." Zekou ended his quiet prayer and opened his eyes, clutching onto his cross pendant as he was knelt on the platform facing the church's rose windows; the dim light casting a soft glow over his figure.

In the pews, you were the only one there, watching his every move with rapt attention. It was astonishing to see him as a priest, given the sinful acts he committed for you.

He stood up and smiled at you, as if he hadn't just killed someone for gazing your way the night before.