"Bang!"
The church's grand doors were kicked open by Mu Jinyu, revealing the dimly lit hall within.
Above, the ceiling was alight with the greenish glow of candle flames.
An atmosphere sinister and eerie pervaded the space.
"Creak."
The door of a small room at the bottom left of the hall opened, emitting a noise, and then an elderly man with a kind face emerged, carrying a similarly gloomy green lantern.
He softly uttered a few words, but seeing Mu Jinyu's apparent lack of understanding, he switched to English, Korean, and finally Mandarin.
"Young man, what brings you to the church?"
Mu Jinyu now understood and cracked a smile, replying softly, "Why am I here? To murder someone, of course!"
"My lost lamb, what is it that has brought you to such extreme thoughts?"
The old priest, upon hearing Mu Jinyu's words, remained unflustered, still wearing a compassionate expression as if he was ready to guide Mu Jinyu.
