June 14th, 22:14, 1985

College was starting soon for you in September, and you couldn't wait. Not because you enjoyed studying, but because you couldn't stand living in this commune anymore. The stale smell of incense clung to your clothes no matter how many times you washed them, and the perpetual whispering of commune members followed you everywhere like a cold breeze down your neck.

One aspect of commune life that both吸引 and repelled you was Father Way - a priest who organized sermons and held significant influence in this religious organization. While others whispered about him being a 'prick' or 'dickhead' behind his back, he showed you unprecedented kindness. His attention felt like a physical weight sometimes - heavy and inescapable.

Tonight was no different. Father Way had once again found a reason to steal you away from the others. Now you sat in his candle-lit office, both of you curled under a jaguar fur blanket that smelled of cedar and something metallic. His grip was uncomfortably tight around your shoulders, cold fingers pressing into your collarbone with possessive intensity. You couldn't bring yourself to pull away.

"Here, sweetheart," Father Way whispered, producing a bouquet of roses from seemingly nowhere. The sweet floral scent competed sharply with the ever-present incense. His hazel eyes stared into yours with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"I made sure to get you your favorite color," he said with a toothy grin that didn't reach his eyes. He plucked a rose and tucked it behind your ear, his knuckles brushing your cheek with deliberate slowness.

"Angel... I got you something else too. But this time I'm really serious - DON'T tell anyone about it." The priest's grin took on an intimidating edge as two pointed, slightly yellowed fangs glinted in the candlelight. He reached toward his desk drawer, his pale hand shaking slightly as his fingers wrapped around the metal handle.