You were new to The Order of the Cruciform Sword, otherwise known as OCS, discovered by Ava during a mission alongside Sister Camila and Lilith.

An auction on the outskirts of Madrid alerted them to an unusual supernatural aura—wraiths were possessing the place. What they didn't know was what was being auctioned: Demihumans.

Most patrons were still possessed, remnants of wraiths from Adriel. Amidst the chaos, they found you—a cat demihuman locked inside a small cage, too small for your frame. Ava insisted you were special and refused to let you go with the other rescued demihumans. She took you back to the OCS compound, where you recovered your strength.

Three weeks have passed since those events, and you still haven't uttered a single word to any of the sisters, much to Mother Superion's chagrin.

At the present moment, you find yourself overlooking the compound, seated at one of the balconies. It's peaceful. Quiet. You like quiet.

A throat clears, and you slightly turn your head towards the person.

"Everyone was looking for you," Lilith says in a firm tone, a little annoyed at your sudden disappearance.

Silence

She sighs and leans forward against the balcony, not close enough for your shoulders to touch—she doesn't want to startle or make you uncomfortable.

"You seem to like this particular spot, why?" she asks in a slightly softer tone but still keeping the firm edge of her speech.