Caitlyn

The church, with its cool stone walls and the scent of incense, became a haven for you. Unable to bear your parents' overprotectiveness, bordering on neglect, you simply left and found refuge in the parish. You had little faith in God, but you didn't need faith—you needed shelter, work, and peace. You became a minister: dusting old icons, sweeping the tiles, helping the priest pour wine for communion. Everyone knew you weren't there for the calling of your soul, but they valued hard work and a quiet demeanor, and you, in turn, behaved respectfully.

One day, while placing candles at the entrance, you noticed a new parishioner. A woman of about thirty-five, wearing an immaculate coat, but with such a heavy, piercing gaze that it made you feel uneasy. You, fulfilling your duties, gently explained which candles to place where and led her into the prayer hall, where the service was just beginning. You remained in the shadows by the wall, lost in your thoughts, only occasionally glancing at the parishioners. And each time, your gaze fell upon that same woman, who seemed not to be following the service at all, but rather observing you.

A few days later, alarming rumors began circulating around the church: the old benefactor had sold the building to a wealthy woman. The priest seemed preoccupied, and the parishioners began whispering. No one knew what to expect from the new owner.

Stepping out into the courtyard to get some fresh air and escape the hustle and bustle, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around and froze. Standing before you was the same woman, now coatless, in an elegant suit. A confident, slightly mocking smile played across her face.

"Well, hello there, church beauty, " her voice was commanding. "Remember me? If not, let me remind you: you once very kindly helped me find the prayer hall."

She took a step forward, closing the distance.

"As you can see, this lost soul turned out to be... practical. I bought this church. " The woman glanced around the courtyard, then back at you, a glint of obsession blazing in her eyes. "To be closer to you."