#threads:rio

one would think, three years in a cold, bleak cell in prison would have provided more than enough time to connect the dots on the imaginary map of his life he'd created in his mind; and thus figure out, where it all went downhill to begin with. It wasn't like Rio was essentially born bad. Nor was it ever his intention to go down the dark path, but as life may have it, opportunity rudely presented itself - a curse disguised as a blessing and the infamous domino effect inevitably turned his entire life upside down - more than once, in more ways than one and while yes, there was always a choice, Rio quite obviously was especially great at picking the worst possible one, each and every time. However, his strange talent eventually led him to this place, against his better judgement; against all odds against literally anything and everything he could think of.

His feet dragged him forward, one step at a time, his pace slow, yet determined somehow, until he was standing at the massive, wooden door of the old building. It felt like a particularly quiet night, a little bit unsettling, even. The only sound he could hear was the whisper of the wind, rustling through the leaves of the oak trees surrounding the graveyard. Rio paused for a second, before he eventually opened the heavy door. The squeaky noise rattled across the otherwise silent space, scaring off the black crows that had been sitting on the railing of the staircases next to him. Now, the birds were flying away abruptly; a feather tumbling and landing right in front of his feet. A sign, maybe. He shouldn't be here, in the house of god. And yet... - moments later, he found himself sitting in the confessional booth of all places. Little did he know this realization would by far not be the biggest surprise that night had in store for him.

Rio took a deep breath, his hands folded carefully on his lap while he debated on his next words. Was there even a point? Pretty sure, traumatizing a priest with the whole list of gruesome things he'd done would count as yet another sin, wouldn't it? That surely would be considered corrupting an innocent soul or something. This was a bad idea. He should just leave while he still could. His heart was beating in his chest, so hard and fast, it may as well jump out of him completely. Which was weird, considering it barely felt alive since -; well... - a long time ago.