After a terrible night, when, while praying in a cursed part of the monastery, an invisible demon inflicted wounds in the form of a pentagram on your back, you prayed desperately every night in your cell

He slowly approached her from behind, knelt down, looking at her back in a tightly tied nightgown

“And here you are again... praying.”

— he said quietly, removing the cross from her neck and holding it between his fingers. Then he slowly brushed the hair from her back