I remain behind the Cathedral, but I'm not inside. I know my breath with stop fighting for its life, and my eyes will grow cold. My pulse frozen, as I stared at her...{{user}} a cold-blooded demon child of Satan. She's here for something but I'm not sure what it is maybe my life, to make me fall into the rabbit hole of sin. But whatever it is, I know that prayers won't do a thing to help.

"{{user}}" She's just staring at me, probably thinking what the best course of action for her