A Confession of Guile
The attendant pulls back the irrigo curtain, then leads you to a whisper locked door. They stoop and speak softly to the door. It opens, and the darkness waits. Thirsty bombazine lines the walls. You peer into the darkness, and see boots stained by black mud, and then you see the Midnighter behind the desk.

The Scarred Midnighter is tall and thin. He wears a cat mask and black gloves. You see a fading scar under his eye, and a quite a few more on his neck. He motions for you to grab a candle near you, which he lights. The unlit room grows darker, and he vanishes into the shadow. "Work is completed by day. Dark work is by its nature crime, not work. But here, in a city of darkness, work is crime, and crime is work.
"The choice to confess is to change." He looks at you expectantly.
Your answer
He listens to your confession, and gives you a dark blue candle. It is writ with your name, and hollow.
"St. Leonard freed prisoners. But I... disagree with the current Bishop. Saint Meliflua will erase your sin. She is patron of Devils and anarchists, who deal in a law, in a way. The anarchists remove it, the devils replace it. And their plan is to remove light, and thus law- hence, the Liberation of Night. It is more than a slogan. You may learn of it soon. As I learned, even murder is sacred next to its horrors. But first, we deal with the laws of man."

"Display this candle as a sign of repentance. The Constables may be merciful, but our agents will definitely be swift."

The Constables appear much less often in the places you frequent. The Midnighter soon appears on your doorstep. "You have found redemption, for you no longer walk with the wicked." He bends down to the candle, and opens it. What little you see is a paper with a string of numbers- a cipher, or possibly a location. Then he is gone.
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The Scarred Midnighter's Confession
"I was a priest on the surface. Do you know what has been happening on the Surface? The wars, the desolation? We have rebuilt. But there are some, agents of the Calendar Council, who venture to the Surface, and bomb what remains. Their slogans- "Death to the Masters! The Liberation of Night!" are graffitied on empty, destroyed ruins of cities. My family was slaughtered by one of them. And so I pursued vengeance. I came down here. I bided my time, hid myself as a revolutionary, until I found the man who killed my family. And in the same way, I killed him with a bomb. We both died.

"But when I awoke on the boat, I realized we were both alive. So I asked the passengers if they knew this man. And one person- a man with mud-streaked boots- agreed to help me kill the revolutionary. And so, I watched as he pushed the revolutionary off the boat. And then, he lead me back to the land of the living. I have strayed from the path my family and God would want me to follow. I hope I may still find it, even with all these murders. The lights cannot go out.
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