Chapter 345 – Tears
"Is it like this?"
Inside a room poorly lit inside the Church of Sorrow, a rather old-looking man — around sixty or so — was staring down at his own reflection in the mirror.
His face was colored with wrinkles here and there, with deep purple eyes that glowed like two gemstones, and a bald head.
He wore a robe befitting a Priest, one painted in lifeless grey worthy of Sorrow, with a purple stripe running down his left chest showing his station as the Priest.
He was the Bright Priest, the only happy-looking person inside the Church of Sorrow.
The man was touching his face over and over again, stretching his mouth wide open to either side as if imitating a smile. On the shelf just before him was a portrait. A portrait of himself with a smile.
