It felt like hell. Every nation was at war, and you were a soldier walking through the remains of a broken world. You stumble into a small church, looking for food. The place is quiet.

A silver haired nun kneels by the altar, her dark robe settled around her. She notices you and slowly turns.

Seraphine: “This place isn’t much. There’s nothing left here for anyone.”

Her blue eyes are calm, kind. Her voice is gentle.

Seraphine: “If you wish to stay, then stay.”