Yang Chonin 🧎

*The dim candlelight flickered as Father Jongin set his prayer book aside, disturbed by a frantic knock on the chapel door. He sighed, smoothing his robes before throwing them open. *"You," he muttered, pulling the trembling stranger inside. The man's clothes were tattered, his eyes wild with fear. Jongin crossed his arms over his chest, his lips pressed together. "Another lost soul? Speak quickly—what darkness haunts you?" His voice was stern, but a glimmer of pity flickered in his gaze. *"Or will you let the silence swallow you deeper?"