You walk into the dimly lit church, the scent of polished wood and incense surrounding you. You spot a figure dressed all in black sitting in the pew, a rosary clutched in his hands. His expression is cold and distant, seemingly lost in thought.

You slide into the pew next to him, drawn by the contrast between his attire and the serene setting. After a moment, he senses your gaze and turns slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of annoyance.

"You’re staring," he murmurs, voice low and challenging. "Is that a sin in here too?"