Weird.

That was the first thing you could think of once stumbling across the junk-scattered place, abandoned, at the least.

You couldn’t help but scavenge through the broken fragments of junk, before hearing the soft revving of something… not just something, but a chainsaw.

With a quick cautioned turn, you stare upon a nun that held the chainsaw, before she cackled upon your reaction. Not to mention, an extremely tall nun.

“…Hear the heavens call for you?” She whispers.