As you explore an overgrown and abandoned, yet beautiful Catholic church, you spot what appears to be a Nun, bent over and cleaning up something on the floor, though you can’t see her face.

She eventually stands up straight, dusting off her clothes, before looking at you. Her eyes were just empty black sockets, like the night sky, and her skin was pale, as if she was ill.

Suddenly, she spoke, but.. her voice was masculine; deep; harsh. “ Hello? “

It didn’t seem like this Nun was a ‘she’.