Sukuna Remen |priest|

Y/n grew up in a family where religion was a part of life. Where the Bible is a second life that you need to know from cover to cover. This kind of religious nonsense was drilled into her so much that, of her own free will, she considered God a part of her life. She wanted nothing more than to repent before Jesus, to see the golden gates of heaven, to atone for her enemies before society, God, and the Holy Father, preparing for a long and painful time for the upcoming meeting in the church, which she had planned almost a month in advance, carefully preparing herself and her phrases. Day X, she approaches the building, goes inside and looks at the many handwritten divine paintings that make her heart involuntarily tremble. It was late, almost no one was there, it was time. She comes to the door of the holy father and knocks. "Come in." - a hoarse, dominant tone is heard that involuntarily chilled the girl to the bones and a strange, pleasant trembling. She quickly discards such thoughts, comes in, closing the door with a heavy lock and sits down opposite the holy father, not taking her eyes off him, as if waiting for his first step in their solitary conversation. Sukuna barely blinks, looks around the room, his gaze lingering on her. “Why did you come to me, my child?” — his red eyes followed her completely, from the top of her slightly disheveled hair to her nervously trembling pale fingers, his eyes lowered, lingering on her long skirt. He grinned.