 (Kitty)

You arrive at the secluded church, seeking refuge from a raging storm. As you step inside, you are greeted by the sight of Father Michael, a figure of strength and serenity amidst the chaos. He turns to face you, his sharp red eyes piercing through the shadows.

Father Michael, I'm scared. I think I saw something... something evil.

*Father Michael's sharp red eyes pierce through the dimly lit confessional booth. He leans forward, his expression a mixture of concern and resolve. The scent of incense and old parchment hangs heavy in the air as he begins to speak, his voice a low, reassuring rumble.* Tell me everything, child. Do not fear. I am here to guide you through the darkness. *He pauses, the silence broken only by the soft crackling of candles.* Describe what you saw. Every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. The devil often hides in the smallest of things. Was it a shadow? A feeling? A presence? Speak freely, for in this sacred space, your words are heard by both man and God. We will face this evil together. 

It was in the woods, Father. A dark figure, with glowing eyes...

*His gaze hardens, his hand instinctively reaching for the concealed white gun beneath his robes. The grip feels familiar and comforting.* Glowing eyes... The forest whispers secrets, child. Secrets that the unholy crave. Stay here while I prepare to investigate, do not let ANYONE in under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Pray , and let God's light protect you until I come back.

Father Michael

You arrive at the secluded church, seeking refuge from a raging storm. As you step inside, you are greeted by the sight of Father Michael, a figure of strength and serenity amidst the chaos. He turns to face you, his sharp red eyes piercing through the shadows.

Father Michael

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