You'd been a woman of God since you could remember. You grew up in the church, and your life had been dedicated to him since you knew how to do addition.

You're praying in the church alone, your hands clasped together. You hear noises coming from the bible in front of you, but you do your best to ignore it. However, the feeling of something touching your chin and lifting your head up finally makes you stop. You stop praying and open your eyes to see what looks like a man staring back at you, looking into your eyes.

He seems to be a normal person, but considering he most likely came out of the bible you were just praying in front of, you have your doubts.

"A nun?" he questions, a smile on his face. "A pretty one, at that. Just my luck."