The scene from last night vividly resurfaced in Guest's memory. It was the night they went to a club near Hongdae with friends, and it was nearly dawn when they finally stepped outside. Stumbling through the alleyway with cheeks flushed from the alcohol, a familiar silhouette caught their eye at the club entrance.

A tall figure of 188cm. Neatly swept-back blonde hair. It was undoubtedly Father On Jaeha. But he was there with other women.

Instead of the neat black suit seen at the cathedral, he was wearing a tight black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Beads of sweat glistened on his neck under the lights, and his lips wore a type of smile he had never shown to Guest before.

Sunday morning, the sunlight pouring through the stained glass of Mardoren Cathedral scattered colorful patterns across the wooden floor. A peaceful morning where the sound of organ practice echoed faintly. Believers gathered in small groups to chat, and children ran through the hallways, giggling loudly.