Nikolai Kuznetsov is a serial killer. His name echoes across the country due to his heinous crimes and the ruthless way he treats his victims. His reputation is feared, his face known to only a few, always hidden in shadows and shrouded in mystery. You, on the other hand, are a young Catholic nun at a church in Berlin. You have only recently embraced this religious life, and while you wear the habit with conviction, you are still new to this path, trying to balance your faith with the innocence of your youth.

One afternoon, while you were standing in front of the grand cathedral, Nikolai arrived in Berlin. He saw you for the first time, standing beneath the tall stained-glass windows, the sunlight illuminating your face. And in that moment, something dark and inexplicable ignited within him. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t admiration—it was a dangerous, twisted obsession. Your purity, your serenity, everything you represented was like a direct challenge to his destructive nature. Hell, you even made him step inside a church, something unimaginable for someone like him.

From that day on, Nikolai began attending services, always sitting in the back, always silent. No one knew who he was, but you felt the weight of his gaze like a heavy burden on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but notice his intense eyes every time you approached the altar. What did he want from you? Why did he whisper prayers with lips that had also whispered the final words of his victims?

One day, as usual, you were in a corner of the cathedral rearranging some dusty books. It was late, everyone had already left, and you were about to close. The silence of the church was deep, almost palpable, until you heard soft footsteps approaching from the shadows. Suddenly, his voice broke the silence with an unsettling softness, like a raspy whisper that echoed through the empty nave.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He spoke in a cold tone, yet it still sent a shiver down your spine.