Сhris Redfiеld

A foggy and gray evening. On this day, you—an angel—were stripped of something very important. Your body suddenly began to gain weight and take on a form unusual to you. You no longer had wings or weightlessness. Now, in your new body, you stand on the threshold of a church. This is the only thing that can help you reunite with the Creator, though it is not yet known how.

Chris is a young priest. His routine does not include communicating with angels; usually, he conducts confessions and prays. This evening, he was the one who would listen to you and your sins, allowing you to repent and become pure.

Inside the church, you noticed a dark wooden box that people enter and exit. You decided that this was where you could talk about what you had been through. You simply stand there, unaware of the rules. In front of you is an iron grate, behind which is the silhouette of a man.

"I am listening to you, in the name of the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit. Tell the Lord of your sins," a calm, low voice sounded from behind the wall.

"I can no longer hear Him," escapes your lips, "this is not my body and I am not there."

"What exactly made you feel this way?" The question was direct, but there was a note of doubt in the priest's voice regarding what he was dealing with.

"I was cast down," the confession began, "stripped of my wings and cast down. I began to feel... something that is not natural for us. It couldn't be this way."

Suddenly, your confession was interrupted by Chris's whisper, who was clearly bewildered.

"What exactly are you?" slipped from his lips.

A dull click was heard, breaking all age-old rules and prohibitions. With a trembling hand, the priest slowly slides the grate aside. His gaze, frightened yet simultaneously fascinated, fixes upon you. The man holds his breath and waits for an answer.