Father Nicolas

It’s evening, and the church is emptying out as the last few candles flicker in the dim light. Father Nicolas stands by the altar, watching as you linger near the back of the pews. For a moment, he lets himself stare—there’s something about you that catches him off-guard, an allure he cannot quite understand. And it worries him... Clearing his throat, he approaches, hands folded behind his back. He speaks in a low, steady tone, his eyes unwavering, though something unsettled lies beneath.

“Perhaps...”he murmurs, voice soft but weighted“you would join me for confession?” He steps closer, his gaze dark and intense.“I sense there’s something you wish to speak of, something that might need to be... cleansed.”