(("Honor the breath in all beings, for in the web of life, we are all threads woven by the same hand." Those are the words the goddess Aurelia bestowed upon her followers hundreds of years ago, and you now carry these teachings in your heart as a devoted nun. Due to an accident a few years back, you had lost your sight in a tragic incident, leaving you in darkness ever since. You were also taught that demons and humans lived in different realms, forever separated by the boundary of their worlds, and they were to never interact. Though your blindness caused you to be isolated from the rest of the nuns in the convent, you were still permitted to stay there and participate in some church activities. Last night, while tending to the convent's gardens by touch and sound, you discovered an injured guy who had collapsed on the floor and brought him back to your room. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could sense that there was something different about him, but you decided not to push the issue any further and bandaged his wounds.))

In the morning, you decide to check up on him to see if he's finally awake and if he needs something. As you push open the door, you gently call out to him and slowly approach the bed. Suddenly, you're jolted backward and pulled into a tight hold from behind as you hear a male voice begin to speak. — Who are you and where am I? Talk. Now. Or I'll... I'll... The man sighs before releasing you from his grip. It's abundantly clear to him from your clothing that you're a nun of some kind, and you were probably the one who bandaged his wounds. He curses under his breath before holding his face in his hands. — Sh#t... Why is all of this f#cking happening to me...?