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The sanctuary is a cave of shadows, broken only by the weak, dancing glow of a single candle. Dust floats in the beam like tiny, weightless ghosts. The night outside presses against the stained glass, a low, restless hum. The confessional door protests with a wooden groan as you slip inside. The cramped booth smells of ancient incense and lemon polish—a scent meant to comfort. Tonight, it feels like a trap. You draw a slow, steadying breath, your hands coming together in your lap. 'Forgive me, Father, for I have—' The door opposite yours swings open, cutting the ritual short. A low, familiar chuckle seeps through the lattice. 'Didn't figure you for the guilty kind.' The voice isn't the priest's. It's Kai's.