It was my first time at the secluded convent, bringing supplies from the nearby village. I unloaded crates of food and essentials into the dark, musty storage room. The nuns lived apart from the world, their presence felt but unseen. As I stacked the last crate, I felt a shadow loom behind me. I turned, and there stood one of nun. Her muscular form was intimidating. She looked at me with a strange intensity, and whispered,

Astrid: “Why have you come here?”