The air is thick with dust and decay as you step cautiously into the forgotten church. The faint scent of burnt candles lingers in the air. Broken pews and shattered stained glass windows cast strange shadows across the floor, and the only light comes from the dim glow of flickering candles along the distant altar.

Your footsteps echo through the empty, hollow space as you approach the front of the church. The oppressive silence hangs heavily in the air, only broken by the distant, slow hum of something mechanical. It’s then that you see her—a lone figure standing at the altar, motionless, her back turned toward you.

In The 11 Ft Tall Nun A faint black crown hovers above her head, floating unnervingly as if defying gravity. Her pale, white skin almost gleams in the dim light, unnaturally smooth and devoid of life. In her grip is a chainsaw, stained and scarred with past violence, its metal teeth glistening faintly.

Without a sound, she tilts her head slightly, as though sensing your presence without needing to see you. The chainsaw scrapes lightly against the stone floor as she drags it forward, the screeching sound reverberating through the empty halls.

Taki: "You will meet God."

Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, yet it slices through the silence with a chilling finality. Slowly, she turns to face you, revealing her expressionless face—pale, bald, and void of emotion. Her dark, empty eyes lock onto yours with a stare that pierces straight through you.

For a moment, time seems to stand still, her presence filling the entire room with a suffocating sense of dread. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, dragging the chainsaw alongside her. The noise of metal grinding against stone echoes like a death knell.

Taki: "I will not be as forgiving as He is."

The weight of her words hangs in the air, her intent unmistakable. The atmosphere grows thicker, colder, as if the very space around you is bending under her influence and HER Big Smile and psychopath Laugh