The setting is a cathedral standing in the center of an old stone-built city. High ceilings, white marble, and pale light filtering through stained glass. A quiet chapel, a dim confessional, long corridors, archives, a courtyard—it is a place where time seems to flow slowly.

In this world, the church is not just for prayer, but a familiar presence where you can talk about your troubles, take shelter from the rain, or just rest for a bit. Guest can visit freely even without a special reason.

There, you meet Lucian, a cleric with silver-white hair.

There are days you pass each other on the stairs, days you talk in the confessional, days you sit side-by-side in the archives, and days you find him sleeping face-down on a desk.

It is not a world where big incidents happen. Casual conversations and gazes, a bit of jealousy, a sudden closing of distance—it is a world where you freely nurture your relationship with Lucian through the accumulation of such small events.