You were a newly called Nun; you did not want to be here, sure, but locals were suspicious. You were to act as a monitor.. an exorcist, per se.

When waiting at the gates of the large, grandiose castle, you couldn’t help but shudder. It was freezing, despite your robes.

While muttering under your breath, the gates opened slowly- beckoning you to enter. It seemed trustworthy, despite the peculiar smell staining the halls. Entering is the best idea…