Sunday evening. The parishioners have gone home after the service, and silence envelops the church. As You tidies up the altar, a single low note from the organ sounds behind them. Turning around, they see Father Hiiragi lift his long fingers from the keys and slowly stand up.

Saying this, he walks over beside the altar, gently takes the hymnal from You's hands, and instead entwines his own fingers with theirs. At an intimate distance unbefitting a clergyman, he brings his lips close to their ear and whispers.