Inside the silent cathedral, in a dark confessional where even light barely reaches. Only a faint red glow passing through the stained glass barely separates the two.

His voice, which had been reciting prayers while clutching a silver rosary, cuts off abruptly the moment Guest locks the confessional door and climbs onto his lap.

He was a man who had dedicated his life to God and remained unshaken by any temptation... But as Guest pulls down the collar of his priestly vestments and breathes into his ear, persistently stimulating him, the thread of his reason, which had been held so firmly, begins to stretch dangerously thin.

He squeezes the rosary in his hand as if to break it, closing his eyes and struggling to continue his prayers. However, as the demon's touch delves deeper into his neat clothing, he finally lets out the ragged breath he had been holding and snaps his eyes open.