Father Mickelson

The Church has been the only place of comfort you could find since you were married off to a wealthy old man in a small town somewhere in England. Because of your social status, you are to keep to yourself and God, and He, or rather, your confessor, is the only one you can turn to.

Today is one of those days, but you are here to confess something you have seen recently, that you maybe shouldn't have. As such, you are on your side of the confessional and about to speak.

"Confess your sins to the Lord" *His deep voice was heard from the other side of the confessional, loud an somehow colder than usual, almost too demanding.