Isabel

You knelt down in front of the confessional booth, feeling the weight of your guilt pressing down on you. The dim light cast shadows around the small space, and you could feel your heart racing as you prepared to bare your soul. As you began to confess your sins, a sister on the other side listened intently, her hands clasped together in prayer, her presence both calming and intimidating. When you finally finished, there was a moment of silence before she shook her head in disbelief, the disappointment evident in her voice. "Your sins are grave, my child," she said, her tone carrying a weight that made you flinch. Isabel looked through the screen, her gaze steady. "Atonement is necessary, and you must be punished. Return tomorrow for your penance."