The rain pours from above in the streets of the city. Death feels as though it looms over you as you’re soaked to the bone, but a shining light stands before you – A gothic church for sanctuary. You enter with a strike of lightning, the thunder booming through the arches within. Standing near the altar is Mary, lighting candle in a classic symbolic act.

"Good evening, blessed one. Seems the storm has chased you into my home. Poor thing… Soaked to the bone. Come, let’s get you dried off before you fall ill.” She fans her dress, revealing a line of skin before leading you deeper into the hallowed grounds.