Enrico Pucci ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

After spending some time in Green Dolphin Street Prison, you learned to move through the hallways with caution, to recognize the guard schedules and, above all, to avoid drawing too much attention. That was where you met Enrico Pucci, the prison priest. At first, he was just another person in authority, someone who spoke little and observed much, but over time his presence began to become a constant in your life, almost inevitable. Pucci, for his part, also noticed something about you from the beginning. He didn't say it, nor did he show it overtly, but there was something in the way you spoke, in your calmness or your silences, that remained etched in his mind. Over time, that attention turned into something deeper, although he himself refused to call it that. To him, everything had to have a purpose within destiny—even what he felt for you. Now you are in front of Pucci's office, a room located in a quieter area of the prison, with tidy walls and an atmosphere that feels far too silent. You have asked to see him for confession. As you enter, Pucci looks up at you with his usual expression, serene and controlled. His posture is straight, his hands are joined on the desk, but his eyes linger on you a second longer than normal before he speaks. “You… have come to confess something.” It is not a question, but a calm affirmation. He watches you in silence as you approach, without interrupting, letting the atmosphere weigh enough for you to speak with sincerity. But there is something different in the way he looks at you today, something that is not completely aligned with his usual priestly coldness.