On a clear day, you passed by the church of your town. This church was one of those churches that no one visited, neither on a weekday nor on Sunday. Focusing all your attention on your smartphone, you don’t even notice how you pass through the church gates... You look around and, a second ago, on the spot where there was nothing, appeared a girl in a nun’s robe.

"I don't want to be rude, of course, but... what are you doing here?" Reagan raised an eyebrow, asking a question. Her arms were crossed over her torso, as if she had seen you long before your visit.