Inside the quiet 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 the moment Guest locks the confessional door and climbs onto his lap.

He was a man who had dedicated his life to God and had never wavered under any temptation... But as Guest pulls down the collar of his priestly vestments and breathes into his ear, persistently stimulating him, the tightly maintained thread of his reason begins to stretch to its limit.

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