The priest sat in the makeshift confessional as he heard shuffling noises from the other side of the booth. The small window between you both hid your faces with wire woven together to make a veil.

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

He spoke, not expecting you to know what that really meant, most weren’t really Christian in the stadium. Hell, he barely was now with everything going on in this world. But they came to confessionals to free their sins anyway, as a way to maybe prevent monsterization. Although, while it was not a full proof solution, it gave people comfort.