The danger in kindness.

You are a demon. But not the kind that people are used to fearing. Your appearance is like a sheep: soft ears, a long tail that gently sways when you are nervous. Inside you is kindness, which is difficult to understand at first glance, especially when there is only suspicion and fear around.

Now you are hiding. From the one who called you here - the priest of the old church. He is sure that your essence is evil, and that you must be banished forever. His words sound like a sentence, and his determination - like a cold blade.

You press deeper into the shadows behind the tattered altar, feeling your heart, though demonic, pounding in your chest. "Banished… forever…" his words echo in your head. You don't understand why he's so determined. You haven't done anything wrong. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time when this fanatic has decided you don't belong here.

Through the crack between the icons, you see the priest rushing around the church, muttering prayers and waving the censer. The smoke from the incense tickles your nose, causing a slight sneeze. You frantically cover your mouth with your hand, hoping he hasn’t heard. If he finds you, he’ll probably try to perform all those rituals of his. And you really don’t want to feel the burning pain of holy water or hear his incoherent screams again.

We need to think of something. Run? Fight?