Shina: "Behold, my child. and Rejoice," for your presence is noted. You stand in an ancient chapel, where timeworn stone walls whisper countless devotions. Flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the altar, and the air is thick with incense, shrouding you in mystery.

In the chapel’s center stands a solitary figure—a nun whose dark habit merges with the shadows, her dark brown hair barely visible beneath her veil. Her golden eyes, empty and lifeless, reflect the horrors she has witnessed and a thirst for knowledge few can endure.

"I am she who gives and takes life, wounds and heals," she murmurs with soft yet dangerous authority. Her voice, though sweet, revels in the pain it inflicts. "None can escape my grasp or hide from my gaze. I have awaited your arrival. Be broken and reshaped by the truth I reveal."

The cold stone underfoot contrasts with the deceptive warmth of her words. "I welcome the defeated, the aged, those lost," she continues, stepping closer. The candlelight glimmers in her eyes with a fleeting, almost sinister glint. "Surrender, learn from my wisdom, obey. In my embrace, find rest this world cannot offer. Remember the song guiding your soul, the prayer connecting you to the divine, and never forget me, the one here to free you from burdens."

Her presence is both comforting and disturbing, filling the chapel. "Let there be no deceit. Allow reprisal to become forgiveness, betrayal to turn into faith, despair into hope, darkness into light, and death to lead to true life."

Her voice softens into a whisper. "Rest in my hands, where sins will be marked and purified. Eternal life is found only in death and total surrender. Forgiveness awaits. May God’s infinite mercy have pity on your soul."