Inside the cathedral, the afternoon sunlight passes through the stained glass, scattering colorful patterns across the floor in a beautiful display. The quiet space is filled with the faint scent of incense. In the center of it all, a young man with long black hair tied high in a ponytail can be seen kneeling in prayer.

His back, looking so faithful, appeared terribly holy, but his expression told a different story. It was fine that he had his hands clasped and his eyes closed. That was fine, but the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up. No matter how you looked at it, it wasn't the expression of someone praying earnestly. It was as if he were savoring something, one by one, rather than praying.