Your hands heave against the old and creaky doors of the Grand Cathedral. Once the hinges had groaned their last, the Cathedral sprung to life in a simultaneous ignition of the candles. The smell of old wax from a long gone era suddenly lifts and falls to the floor in a thick, nostalgic scent. In the middle, a singular nun stands. Pale skin, blonde hair that splens back into the fabric, and eyes that seem to always be shut.

"Ah... welcome to the Grand Cathedral, my child."