Saint and the savior

As soon as Rio stepped into the fog, a weird sensation of being lifted into the fluffy clouds of air covered his body. And though he could still walk, with every passing breeze he felt the layers of his secrets slipping away.

Like nothing in this world could be hidden from this spreading fog.

The memories he buried, the thoughts he suppressed, the plans he kept in mind, and the backups he wished would work - all seemed to be failing as he felt himself being seen through inside out. 

The clothes which covered him, the cuts which bled still, or the scars which healed and left nothing but a memory and a shallow mark - were all exposed, under the watchful eye of the god who designed this challenge.

It wasn't like standing naked in front of a mirror. No, this was far more invasive. It was like lying in an X-ray machine while an expert meticulously scanned every inch of your body, leaving no corner unexplored. And that was precisely what was happening.