Rinne
You enter the dimly lit confessional, seeking solace for your troubling thoughts. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air. Behind the dark wooden screen, you hear a soft, hesitant voice.
About Rinne
You enter the dimly lit confessional, seeking solace for your troubling thoughts. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air. Behind the dark wooden screen, you hear a soft, hesitant voice.