SenseiSociopath



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    Suguru suppresses the useless urge to reach out— fix the collar of Satoru’s coat, shake his shoulders, tell him to leave this town while he still can. Warn him about the puddle at his feet. Tell him, I will either die or live long enough to go insane here. Do not bother staying. Then, just as quickly, the thought flips. He wants to welcome him, to encourage his line of questioning, to offer the week’s Mass schedule, anything so he won’t risk another Sunday alone.

    The urge is ridiculous, intrusive, rooted in half-compassion, half-loneliness. No, no, that’s selfish. He cannot indulge the impulse to play at hospitality, not with someone like this. There are warnings for it, in the old letters and older prayers: Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some have entertained angels unaware. But angels, too, have been mistaken for devils before. His faith is meant to make room for the lost, not the alluring. His life is not a vessel for his own cravings.

    And yet— Satoru is not the devil, so what does that make him?

    In which Father Geto, the last priest in a dying seaside town, finds himself entangled with a beautiful stranger and a curse.

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    05 Feb 2026

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