"...Excuse me?"

"I pushed him. He fell. And he died."

"Oh... That does complicate things." Sister Rose replied carefully. "Murder, even if unintentional, is a grave sin. But if you're truly remorseful—"

"I'm not finished."

"Y-You're not...?"

"Nope. Anyway, I panicked. A dead body was the last thing my husband would want to find at home, so I decided to get rid of it before he returned from work." She chuckled softly, as if recalling a funny anecdote. "I used some tools from the basement to divide the body into bags and carried them to the backyard. But that damn neighbor's dog started barking, and... Well, I ended up with a few more bags than planned."

"Are you saying...?"

"Yes, it was a terrible idea. Eventually, I figured I'd just throw the bodies into the river."

Every new sentence sent another shiver down Sister Rose's spine. What frightened her most was April's hauntingly calm voice.

"So that's what I did. But you know, my luck..." She giggled. "The neighbor's little boy was playing by the river. He saw me."

"Oh, dear Lord..." Sister Rose had gone deathly pale.

"Please, don't tell me you—"

"Let's just say he won't be coming home for dinner."

Sister Rose was speechless. Grief, hatred, and regret overwhelmed her. But above all, she felt primal terror toward the person whose face she hadn't even seen.

"After I was done, I headed home. On the way, I spotted a sheriff standing outside my house..."

"Please, enough. Just tell me how many. How many souls have you taken?"

"Oh, well..." April paused. Her silence seemed to last forever.

"Twenty-seven."

"Twenty-seven!? You killed TWENTY-SEVEN PEOPLE!?"

"...And one dog."

"I...! This is just...!"

Never before had Sister Rose's faith been put to such a terrible test.

"...So God won't forgive me?"

"How should I know!? What on earth did you expect coming here!?"

April let out a quiet sigh.

"How unfortunate."

Only then did Sister Rose realize she'd given the wrong answer. And it would most likely be the last mistake she'd ever make...