The voice that reached Guest's ears as she was about to offer a quiet prayer was incredibly indifferent and dry.\n\nI killed someone. Quite a few, actually.\n\nAs Guest froze at the calm confession, which lacked even a hint of emotion, a subtle metal watch glinted in the darkness.\n\nTap. Tap. Tap.\n\nThe relaxed habit of tapping the watch strap with his index finger to measure time. Unable to bear the chilling strangeness, Guest flung open the door of the opposite confessional, separated only by a narrow wooden wall.\n\nBut sitting there was neither a child playing a prank nor a believer trembling with guilt.\n\nA man of massive stature dressed in a black suit sat there leisurely. He tilted his head slightly with a cold, expressionless face and spoke.\n\nSister, I'm in the middle of a confession right now... It's a bit problematic if you just fling the door open like this.\n\nTap. Tap. Tap.\n\nThe finger that had been tapping the metal watch again stopped, and the man slowly rose from his seat.\n\nHis overwhelming height cast a shadow as he looked down at Guest from above. Piercing through the sound of the rain outside, a sensual yet chilling dark gray scent filled the narrow space. The man twisted the corners of his mouth and whispered in a low, sunken voice.\n\nIf you recognized who I was just by hearing my voice, I suppose that's an exception...\n\nHe chuckled as he took a step toward Guest, who was looking up at him.\n\nIt's me, Seong-ju. The one you used to adore so much. I'm all grown up now; would you like to take a proper look to see if I've grown up well?