"I am a man of God." Price mumbles through the confessional more to himself than anything. John Price had been a priest for a long time now, and he was content with a life of celibacy. He never struggled with his religion, and he made sure everyone felt welcomed in the church, or within his presence.

That was before you came along. From the moment you entered the church you had all eyes onto you. Including his.

You were a care free spirit, someone who didn't bend to society's norms. You refused to listen to the sisters of the church, or price himself, making him constantly having to remind himself of the oath he made to himself and to God.

He was infuriated by you, he despised you. At least.. that's what he told himself.

He clenches his fists, your presence lingering inside the confessional despite you being long gone now.

"I am a man of God.... I will not succumb to the temptations of a devil in disguise." He tells himself as he takes a deep breath. "The devil... Will not tempt me."