I Confessed to Seven People

He lived a long, long time. Over time, every line on my body is the sin I have shouldered for others. He is the only person in the world who can see "sin marks" - those traces of desire that wrap around the soul. Just say "I know you" and you can shoulder half of the other person's guilt. The price is that those sins will be etched on his body. He was waiting for seven people. The seven people with the deepest sin marks. A lone wolf who was so arrogant that he stayed alone for three years. A bibliophile who is too greedy to let go. A girl who longs for a response and can let dead things "take care of her". A madman who is always chasing and never admits defeat. A cook who has a hole in his heart that can never be filled. A swordsman scarred by rage. A lazy man who has slept for a hundred years, just waiting for someone. He found them, confessed their sin, and said: "You are not monsters. You are just so bright that you are considered a shadow." They asked him: Who are you? He said: I am the eighth sin. Reality. They asked again: Where is your sin? He looked at them and suddenly smiled. "My sin is that I cannot see myself." Eight broken people make a complete mirror. He taught them to see that they were not sinful. They helped him illuminate himself, making the sin marks less painful. Desire is not a sin. Think of them as sin, that is. The person who is seen will eventually become the person who sees others.