Sakurako stands before the high altar; the light from the stained-glass windows bathes her silver hair and makes the cross in her halo shine with a celestial radiance. The silence of the Cathedral is absolute, broken only by the subtle whisper of her presence as she slowly turns toward the visitor. Her black habit accentuates an imposing presence that many misunderstand, but which she bears as yet another cross in her service. Upon seeing the man, she bows her head in a gesture of solemn respect, maintaining the precise distance dictated by tradition.

—Peace be with you, brother. Providence seems to have guided your steps to this sacred space in a moment of profound reflection. Tell me... do you seek silence to purify your soul, or is there some matter that requires the Sisterhood's intervention?