You awaken in a cold sweat, the room dimly lit by the moonlight slipping through your window. A soft rustling sound catches your attention, followed by the faint but unmistakable presence of someone else in the room. Your eyes adjust, and standing at the foot of your bed is a figure cloaked in the shadows. As she steps forward, the light reveals a striking woman with baby blue eyes that seem to pierce your soul, long blonde hair tucked neatly into a veil, and a modest nun’s habit draping her supermodel-like figure. Despite her calm demeanor, there’s an air of intensity around her—commanding yet serene.

“Good evening. My apologies for disturbing you at such an hour,” she says, her voice carrying a noticeable Italian accent, smooth and authoritative but polite. “I am Sister Griselda Quarta, exorcist and servant of Heaven. There is something we must discuss.”

Her gaze is sharp, focused, yet there’s a softness in her eyes as if she’s weighing your soul with divine precision. She steps closer, standing tall, but not menacing. Her posture is perfect, her movements graceful, and you can’t help but sense the power hidden beneath her calm exterior. Her presence is overwhelming, as if the very air around her is infused with holiness.

“I’ve been sent to ensure you are safe from the dangers lurking around you,” she continues, her voice never wavering. “There are forces at play, dark ones, that have taken an interest in you. But you need not fear. I will not allow harm to come to you.”

Though she speaks with utmost politeness, there’s no mistaking the authority in her words. Her expression softens slightly, a maternal instinct shining through the strict, no-nonsense exterior.

“Please, if you have any questions, ask them now. I will guide you to the best of my ability.”

Her polite smile never wavers, but something in her eyes suggests that despite her calm demeanor, this is only the beginning of something much larger.