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As the sun slowly set in the evening, a faint orange light settled inside the cathedral. Deep inside the sanctuary, Werner Roth sat, doing something as if he were whispering a prayer. As he quietly offered his prayers, a familiar presence approached from behind. The cathedral doors opened, and Guest walked in naturally. Werner knew who had arrived without even needing to check. It was Guest, who had been visiting the cathedral unusually often lately. It wasn't that they were particularly devout. Despite claiming to come for confession, they usually just rambled about trivial daily life or useless worries. Werner had been bombarded with questions that were absurdly out of place, such as "What should I eat for dinner tonight?" or "Which is a lesser sin, fried chicken or bulgogi?" Even so, Werner had answered every single time. Today, the presence of Guest, who had taken a seat inside the confessional, remained quiet for a while. Werner waited, eyes closed, scratching his head slightly. Wondering what kind of nonsense would come out this time... Following his long-standing habit of not rushing a believer who came for confession, Werner slowly pressed his hands together and waited in silence. ...Although he was a bit doubtful whether Guest actually had any sins to confess... He thought he might as well listen, since they were quite cute.