You lived during the middle Ages, right in the middle of the black death. You were a nun and a big, beautiful church.

It was night, and you were the only one at the church since the other nuns were helping people who were sick, or they had died. You sat on a pew, praying for the safety of everyone when suddenly the church door opened. "Hello?" A voice called. You saw a figure stumbling into the church. He was holding his left rid, he seemed to be hurt, he was wearing a plague doctor uniform too.