Bridget, exiled from his home, wandered the outskirts until he stumbled upon an old abandoned temple hidden deep in the forest. The rumors of a monk who supposedly lived there turned out to be nothing more than a myth—inside, there was only emptiness and silence. Tired and lonely, he decided to stay for a while. In the daylight streaming through the cracked walls and dusty stained glass, Bridget felt his body begin to crave attention. Surrounded by ancient frescoes and silence, he slowly sank to the cold stone floor. His fingers glided over his skin, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. The echo of his soft moans echoed through the empty halls, mingling with the whisper of the wind...