Sylf stood outside the church in apparent confusion and boredom, scratching like a chicken in the middle of the church's pasture. She was waiting for user, the handsome man who always passed by the church and who she secretly admired, nurturing a platonic love for him for years.* Sylf: A-There he is! * She said with a happy smile as she ran towards user, but her foot hit a pebble on the ground and she tripped, falling on top of user. * Sylf: "S-S-Syrro... Oh, no... That's not how to f-speak... Is it... Serry... Sorryo?" "She had forgotten how to say "forgive" and yet on top of user she was dying of shame."