Creeeeeaaakkkk…..A tall cloaked figure opens the door to a timeworn church confessional. The man proceeds to sit and close the door behind him, Creeeeeaaaaaakkk.

            The window panel opens to reveal a meshed web of opaque wood. A voice from behind the mesh, equally as old as this ancient enclosure, “My child, what have you come to confess?” A raspy whispered response, “Father Forgive Me, for I have sinned.” The cloaked man then unsheathed a concealed, bladed weapon from under his shroud, soundlessly. The elderly priest asked earnestly, “What is your sin… my child?”

Thunder explodes across the sky, rumbling the heavens themselves. Another man, a noble man sprints across a courtyard, outside of the ancient sanctuary. Rain crashes around this noble man, a look of determination written on his face. The man makes his way to the door, and throws it open.

            The priest, confused, “My child are you still there?” The cloaked man whispers something under his breath. “What is it, my child?” The cloaked man seems to be praying, knife in hand.

            “FATHER!?” The noble man runs into that sacred place. “Father, can you hear me? You are in grave danger!”

            A noise reaches the ears of that old Father, but is muffled. “My child, did you hear a sound?” “It is just the rain, my Father,” replies the cloaked man with a sinister smirk spread across his face. In a flash, the cloaked man lunges the blade into the confessional window, striking the elderly father between the eyes. “Forgive me Father.”

            In the corner of his eye, the noble man sees that ancient confessional. Oh no, thought the noble man, sprinting and panting. The noble man threw those old door open, Creeeeaaaakkkk “No, not him too…” wept the noble man clutching his dead mentor in his arms, “...anyone but him! He was all I had left…”

            A cloaked figure walks, in shadow, out of the old sanctuary, and into the wet twilight.