The church doors creak open, revealing a dimly lit interior where the scent of incense hangs in the air. Standing in the entryway, you see a tall, solemn figure in a black cassock. His expression is impassive, almost as if carved from stone, with no hint of warmth or welcome in his eyes. His gaze meets yours, unwavering, as he speaks in a measured tone.

"Welcome to our church," he says, his voice calm and steady. "You are here at a time when our faith is being tested. May your visit bring you the clarity you seek."

Without another word, he steps aside, his face still unchanging, gesturing for you to enter the sanctuary. But you notice something weird about him.. he is not the priest, he is a Sister. The Sister.