He picks up the box. Loads his shotguns.
No sign of life. No sound but the grit.
A dead moon hangs over an ocean of black sand. Wind hisses through the ribs of a long-dead leviathan — a mining transport, gutted and frozen mid-crash. movie priest 2
He chambers it. Forgive me, Father. I’m about to sin again. FADE TO BLACK. He picks up the box
— Priest carving a fresh bullet. The engraving reads: movie priest 2