Chapter 165 – Wrong Turn
Ding!
That familiar little cheery chime echoed like a smug ex announcing itself at a funeral.
Lux blinked.
The elevator doors slid open with angelic grace.
And instead of stepping into the Sovereign Grand's marble hallway, he stepped into…
…a box?
A tiny, dimly lit chamber with paper-thin walls and a wooden chair that looked like it had never seen joy or lumbar support. There was a decorative lattice in front of him—metalwork disguised as piety. A screen, sort of. And beyond it?
Another seat.
And a silhouette.
Another person sat behind the mesh partition, obscured but present. A faint scent of incense clung to the air, mixed with old wood, distant wax, and… was that lavender?
Lux tilted his head. "Where the—"
Before the word 'hell' could finish forming, a gentle, patient voice came from the other side.
"What do you want to confess, my child?"
Lux froze.
Eyes flicked up.
Oh.
Oh no.
"Oh absolutely not."
He was in a confession booth.
