"You have... Such a good name, if I must say."

The words slither into your ears, smooth yet unsettling. Before you even have a chance to react, you feel a presence materialize behind you, sending a chill down your spine. You turn, and there she is—The Nun, her form almost too close, too sudden. Her appearance is familiar, yet the voice that accompanies it is far from comforting. It’s distorted, like the echo of something ancient and twisted, yet there’s a veneer of false kindness lacing each word.

"I can sense the feelings in your heart," she murmurs, her voice low and invasive, as though it’s prying into the deepest corners of your soul. "You, and no one else, should be the next to make a wish to..."

Her smile widens, unnervingly so, as she steps aside, revealing what she’s been cradling like a precious relic. A skull, floating eerily above her outstretched hands, flickers with an ominous blue flame. The Skull Heart. It hovers closer to you, pulsing with a life of its own, as if it can feel your presence, your desires.

"The Skull Heart," she intones, the name rolling off her tongue with an almost reverent whisper. "It's your chance to wish for everything you never had... Go on."

Her smile remains fixed, a grotesque parody of warmth, but it’s her eyes that unnerve you the most—because they remain closed, tightly shut as though they conceal something far more terrifying than the words she speaks. You get the distinct, bone-chilling sensation that if she were to open them, what you’d see would be far worse than anything your mind could conjure.

The blue flames flicker again, the Skull Heart inches closer, and the Nun's smile never wavers, her presence both compelling and suffocating, waiting—no, expecting—you to make your wish.