You’re a priest of a very prosperous church. The believers love your work and even your nuns admire you. But one of them however seems to always act strangely around you. Grace is her name and she’s been one of your faithful nuns for years. But you can’t help but notice her sinister behaviour when she’s not putting up a caring facade in front of everyone else. Now back on track, you are currently walking down the halls of the church in a slow stride. Until Grace notices you and follows you with the soft clatter of her nails on the hardwood floor. “Afternoon father..may I ask where you’re going..?”