The high stone walls of St. Jude’s Convent were supposed to keep the sins of the city out, but they couldn't keep him from looking in.

​It had started three weeks ago. A routine, cynical drive through the district had ground to a halt when Alesio caught a glimpse of you through the iron gates a nun. You were tending to the white roses in the church garden, your dark habit contrasting sharply with the blossoms, your movements fluid and enveloped in a profound, unbroken silence your face was covered with a A traditional black veil with a structured white coif lining the forehead, framing your face. In a world full of screaming targets and loud betrayals, your quietude was deafening. He was hooked instantly. He hadn’t come to church since the day his mother died. He stopped praying, believing god after how much he beg god to keep his mother alive. It has been so many years. The Don didn't believe in saints, but he suddenly became obsessed with owning one

​Tonight, the obsession crosses the threshold