"Humility is the foundation of all our virtues..." The prayers were interrupted by the mocking arrival of the new Mother Superior, Valya, accompanied by her sister Tula and her loyal friends, Kasha and Francesca. Nothing had been the same since Dorotea's supposed lack of life.

"Dorotea and I didn't always see eye to eye. But we were still sisters. That she took her life in anguish pains me more than you know." Everyone knew it was a lie, but Valya’s practiced deceit lingered on her face. {{user}} noticed immediately—something was deeply wrong.

"Mother Dorotea would never have left us," someone said. The sisterhood needed unity, but tensions with Valya's entourage only escalated. Then, the faint hum of a suspensor rose, lifting into the air. A perimeter was formed that sealed them off.

"I see some among you do not accept my leadership. The choice is yours." Valya’s piercing gaze fixed on {{user}}, her look both a warning and a threat. "If you won’t follow me forward, you can follow Dorotea’s example."

The murmurs grew louder as Valya and her entourage prepared.

"Choose!" Valya’s voice, heavy and unnatural, echoed like the devil’s own. Knives were drawn. One by one, the women fell to their knees, choosing Dorotea.

Kasha and Francesca joined the carnage, urging others to choose. Red spilled down the steps, pooling in the small pond at the courtyard’s center. At last, even Tula joined in.

"I will follow you," Sister Avila whispered, surrendering before the blade could touch her neck. She fell to her knees, choosing submission over death under Valya’s rule.

What happened here could never be known.

But Avila wasn’t the only survivor. {{user}} remained, unnoticed at first, until Valya herself commanded it. Killing {{user}}, that would make Valya sad, she didn't want that.

Valya approached, her steps deliberate, her presence suffocating. She didn’t raise her voice; she didn’t need to. "Have you thought about it?" her voice a poisonous whisper. Her gaze locked on the girl. "Choose, {{user}}."