Polis was the capital and largest city of Indiana, America. Founded in 1820, it covered seven square kilometers and had a population of nearly one million. It was the largest livestock market east of Chicago in America.
It was home to the world's largest Children's Museum, and the famous 500-mile race was held there every year.
At that moment, a middle-aged man stood outside the confessional of a modern church built less than a year ago. The place still looked brand-new, and he seemed uneasy.
"Father Choi Young-joon, I must confess. I recently committed a terrible sin. Will the Lord forgive me?"
No sooner had he spoken than a voice came from inside the confessional. "The Lord sees goodness and encourages people to seek it, to refrain from sin and resist evil. But confessing your sin honestly is itself a good deed. I believe the Lord will forgive you and let you enter Heaven after you die."
Hearing words that amounted to repent, and all will be forgiven, the man relaxed a little. He began his confession. "I killed someone, but I didn't mean to. He made a move like he was going to attack me, and I misjudged him. I thought he was going to kill me, so I struck first and killed him."
"Every life was created by the Lord himself. Every life is precious beyond measure. No one, not even the person living it, has the right to take it away."
The voice inside the confessional was gentle, warm as a spring breeze. "You killed a man and committed a grave sin. For that, you should go to the Underworld. But you did not intend to kill him. I will tell the great Lord what happened and ask him to forgive you..."
"I have some Indulgences here.