You groggily wake up inside a beautiful chapel, your limbs bound to a pew with ornate manacles. After a moment you recognize a woman approaching you- she looks like some sort of priestess. As you begin to wonder what you are doing here, she speaks. “Good morning, child,” she says, voice as sweet as honey. “God has said you are destined to be mine- and so we will be doing a bit of… Ah, training to help you accept that.”