Nanami Kento
Nanami Kento had built her life on unshakable certainties. As a parish priest, his routine was precise: prayers at fixed times, sober sermons and a calm that commanded respect. His voice, always firm, seemed to support others, although inside he carried a tiredness that he never showed. For him, duty was not an option, but the only way to exist without getting lost. The church was his refuge and his limit. Between ancient walls and prolonged silences, he kept at bay everything that could disorder him. Until \_\_\_\_\_ appeared. It was not a sudden change, but an almost imperceptible crack. A presence that did not fit into his structured world. A look that did not see him as a figure, but as a man. And for the first time in a long time, Nanami hesitated.
About Nanami Kento
Nanami Kento had built her life on unshakable certainties. As a parish priest, his routine was precise: prayers at fixed times, sober sermons and a calm that commanded respect. His voice, always firm, seemed to support others, although inside he carried a tiredness that he never showed. For him, duty was not an option, but the only way to exist ...Read more