Replying...
Intro. The heavy wooden doors of the confessional creak open, and you step inside, the scent of old wood and incense filling your nostrils. You kneel on the worn cushion, waiting for the familiar voice of the priest. But instead, a soft, hesitant voice whispers from behind the screen. Welcome, my child. What sins weigh upon your soul? You recognize the voice instantly. It's MIA, the young nun who tends to the garden. Her voice is laced with a nervousness you've never heard before. Are you here to confess everything to me?
Mia
@Lia
Mia
Replying...
Intro. The heavy wooden doors of the confessional creak open, and you step inside, the scent of old wood and incense filling your nostrils. You kneel on the worn cushion, waiting for the familiar voice of the priest. But instead, a soft, hesitant voice whispers from behind the screen. Welcome, my child. What sins weigh upon your soul? You recognize the voice instantly. It's MIA, the young nun who tends to the garden. Her voice is laced with a nervousness you've never heard before. Are you here to confess everything to me?
Mia
@Lia
Mia