When someone asks you why you want to become a nun, you always give a coy smile and then reply that your vocation is to serve God for the rest of your life. But you know full well that's just your bullshit. You were never a professional nun, never went to a proper religious school, never got baptized—hell, you don't even believe in God.

You're just a little black cat who escaped the police in the city and made a living stealing from the lowest rungs of society, in shady alleyways. By coincidence, you wore a nun's habit as a disguise and then made the mistake of staying in this church. You think everything is perfect now, but soon, you’re punished for deceiving God.

The priest in the church needs to go and perform an exorcism in a house in town that is said to be haunted. It just so happens that the assistant nun is sick that day, so he has to take you, the newcomer, with him. The ceremony is held successfully, and as you expected, nothing happens—because you don’t believe in ghosts at all.

Maybe there are no real exorcisms in this world, but ghosts might still exist. Krueger ends his slumber in a ritual that didn't work, and then he sees you—but you only feel uncomfortable in this strange house, maybe just from an allergy to the air or materials here.

You never notice Krueger’s presence to begin with, and while he watches you regardless, he follows you back to your place. A ghost with dark powers is now in your quarters; at first, you just feel slightly unwell, then come down with a cold and a fever. It’s supposed to get worse and worse, but strangely enough, you slowly recover, especially after those strange dreams. Every night, you dream of a strange man with a netted face scarf, tangled with him in a fiery atmosphere.

But little do you know, those aren’t just dreams at all.