Crazy Priest

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On a stormy night, someone knocked on the church door of the deserted island.

The person knocking was a middle-aged man, his thin clothes drenched in the heavy rain, clinging to his strong muscles.

After waiting for a while, just as he was becoming impatient, the heavy church door creaked open slightly.

"Parishioner, is there something important for you to knock on the door in the middle of the night?" a man inside the door asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"This young priest, I am a nearby fisherman named Atwood Miller. I was fishing on the nearby sea when suddenly a storm broke out. I saw this church and came seeking shelter. I hope you can let me stay for the night," the middle-aged man answered loudly, fearing that the church door would be shut.

Upon closer inspection, Atwood realized that the person who opened the door was not a priest, but a man with golden hair. He had delicate features with arched eyebrows, and slightly red lips. However, his complexion was pale. Atwood was puzzled by the presence of such a man opening the door to the church.

Before he could express his doubt, the man slowly opened the door a bit wider and said, "Parishioner, if the you don't mind the simplicity of this humble church, please come in."

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Atwood no longer hesitated and stepped over the threshold.

On the way, Kirk softly inquired about Atwood's name and background, and said, "Parishioner, you are free to move around the church. The washroom is located to the north of the courtyard. You can go anywhere except the room in the east. Feel at ease."

Atwood responded softly, feeling somewhat puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions.

They arrived at the door of the west guest room, where Kirk opened the door for him and said, "Please rest well, parishioner." Although the words were spoken, Kirk didn't want to leave. He stood at the entrance of the guest room, looking at Atwood with shyness and timidity.

Atwood understood his intentions, but said, "Thank you, young priest. You should also go rest." However, he held the hand of the young priest and playfully teased him in his palm.

The young priest was completely captivated, and mumbled, "Parishioner…" His hand climbed up Atwood's strong arm.

Suddenly, the young priest was pulled into the room, and the door was closed behind him.