Mark found himself inside a strange church. Only a few dim candles offered meager light. This was exactly what he needed, a place to be anonymous, a place where sins wouldn’t be fully exposed but instead shrouded in protective shadows.

The big man carefully moved between two middle pews and knelt onto the cold stone ground. He didn’t so much as touch his forehead to the pew in front of him as collapse on top of it.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned…” Mark muttered.

“I am here for you my son.” A strained whisper floated near his ears.

His eyes snapped open and he looked around to find a thin, aged priest moving toward him.

“Are you here for confession?” the priest asked.

“Yes. I think I am.”

The priest walked behind him, out of view.

“And what would you like to bring to the Lord’s attention?”

“I’m afraid to say it out loud, even with you. I feel like I want to, like I need to but it’s scary. "

“It’s okay- I’m not really a priest.” The man replied as he opened Mark’s throat with a razor blade.