't have time for you," the

ease help me, sir," Paul implored, tears streaming down his face as he begged the enigmatic stranger for assistance. The desperati

y mortal life plays out," the sweeper stated, his

implored, desperation etched across his face. The thought of

n. "Well, kid, I'm just a sweeper around here. If you want to return t

ear. He had spent countless hours in the church, knees bruised from fervent prayers, yet nothing had changed. He felt forsaken and let down, his faith long eroded. But now, the sweeper was urgin

in this place," the sweeper rep

ling to endure unimaginable pain, to go to great lengths. "If I make my way to the front gate, wil

purify your soul. But afterward, your memories will dissipate into thin air

on me. If they erase my memories, I'll have no chance of going back. Sir, I'll do anythin

he nature of the task he might be asked to undertake. But Paul had made u

thing, right?" the swe

ing, sir. Just help me return," he

xtraordinary eyes, with golden pupils and a distinct lack of eyebrows. Even more astonishing was t

med to himself, shocked by the un