I regret to say that I do not own Weiß or Schwarz, sigh, though I can still adore them, right?
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The priest leaned back against the wall, sighing in happiness. Another soul had lifted its burden of sin and paid their penance. He straightened as he heard the sound of another poor soul entering the confessional. On seeing the man through the screen, however, he almost ran. A black eye patch concealed the partner of a glittering amber eye, and white hair that looked like it had lost a fight with a weed whacker sat atop a scarred face.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It has been ten seconds since my last confession." The voice betrayed the man as Irish.
"What sin could you have committed in ten seconds!" asked the priest amazed, and forgetting a moment what he was. The man seemed to hesitate.
"The father in the next confessional over is dead."
