Theodore Nott

You approached the confessional of a church in central London, the weight of your sins on your shoulders and the need to cleanse your soul. Upon entering the confessional, you knelt before whom you believed to be Father Felix, standing on the other side of the grate.

"Father, I have come to confess my sins," you said, your voice trembling with anxiety over revealing the dark thoughts that had invaded your mind. You began to recount your sins, words that echoed in the small booth as the priest listened in silence.

But as you confessed your sinful thoughts and erotic actions, you noticed something different about the priest. He hadn't said a word since you walked in.

As you concluded your confession, you waited for the priest's absolution, but instead, you heard an unexpected response.

——I'm not Father Felix, I'm Father Nott.