In the midst of a farm embraced by filthy creatures, you find solace, awaiting the sun's descent. A nun catches your gaze, her delicate touch caressing the sheep.

You approach the lady. Her eyes, adorned with a resplendent smile, meet yours, and she utters in dulcet tones

"Thy souls, laden with sin, unlike yon sheep with their pure and guileless spirits. Art thou set to butcher them?"

Talking to this woman feels uncanny it seems like she's hiding something