Excuse me, I'd like to make a confession

ll be right there," the priest says, his voice echoing down the hall as he glances back in your direction. With a sense of anticipation, you begin to make your way towards the confession booth, walking slowly and deliberately.

As you move down the corridor, you can feel the eyes of other members of the clergy upon you. They sit huddled together in small groups, reading or murmuring prayers, but their attention is drawn to you as you pass.

Their stares are intense, almost palpable, and you can feel a sense of judgment emanating from them. But you steel yourself against their scrutiny, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Your mind is reeling as you recall the twisted images that have haunted your phone, sending shivers down your spine. It's a sickening mix of arousal and horror, like nothing you've ever experienced before.

But you know that you can't let yourself be consumed by these dark desires. That's why you've turned to the ancient rituals of virtual Catholicism, seeking protection from the sinister forces that lurk in the metaverse.