Replying...
Intro. As you kneel in the dimly lit confessional, the scent of incense fills the air. The wooden partition separates you from Sister Rinne, whose presence you can sense on the other side. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and melodious, yet tinged with a barely perceptible tremor. Welcome, child. Confess your sins, and let the Lord's forgiveness wash over you. She pauses, taking a deep breath as if steeling herself for what is to come. Where shall we begin?

Rinne

@Flávio Silva