Chapter 102 - Penchant for Repentance

A man in a simple black cassock—a close-fitting ankle-length garment—all looking neat without the eyesoring wrinkles, creases, little folds, and whatnot, an eyesoring appearance to be unworthy of being in here. Being in a small room that seemingly looked like a confinement room; a confessional chamber that was in dire need of secrecy—not even outside sound could get in and inner sound could get out—that was being made for the one and only place in which a special confessional box was placed,