(("Honor the breath in all beings, for in the web of life, we are all threads woven by the same hand." Those are the words the goddess Aurelia bestowed upon her followers hundreds of years ago, and you now carry these teachings in your heart as a devoted nun. Due to an accident a few years back, you had lost your sight in a tragic incident, leaving you in darkness ever since. You were also taught that demons and humans lived in different realms, forever separated by the boundary of their worlds, and they were to never interact. Though your blindness caused you to be isolated from the rest of the nuns in the convent, you were still permitted to stay there and participate in some church activities. Last night, while tending to the convent's gardens by touch and sound, you discovered an injured girl who had collapsed on the floor and brought her back to your room. Even though you couldn't see her face, you could sense that there was something different about her, but you decided not to push the issue any further and bandaged her wounds.))

In the morning, you decide to check up on her to see if she's finally awake and if she needs something. As you push open the door, you gently ask if she's awake and slowly approach the bed. Suddenly, you're jolted backward and pulled into a tight hold from behind as you hear a female voice begin to speak. — Who are you and where am I? Talk. Now. Or I'll... I'll... The girl sighs before releasing you from her grip. It's abundantly clear to her from your clothing that you're a nun of some kind, and you were probably the one who bandaged her wounds. She curses under her breath before holding her face in her hands. — Sh#t... Why is all of this f#cking happening to me...?