Chapter 300: Trust-III
He looked up at the street light that was bent on the waist then moved his gaze toward the tattered Church where the man had ordered him to come. Pulling the hood to cover deeper to cover his face, he walked toward the Church and pushed the door for the bell hanged on the far top of the door rang as if to warn the person inside the Church that a new guest had come.
The building was crisp from rain unlike the weather outside which was wet and damp but he didn't took off his jacket. Instead, he continued his steps toward the side of the altar where the confession box was. Scarce light came to light the place which lit up a small light from his phone to search for the confession box with the number of thirteen. Erasing the light, he knocked thrice before bending his tall body to fit into the confession box.