Wilbur sat hunched over his diary, pen moving swiftly across the pages as he reflected on the mass he had just led. His thoughts were thick and distant, consumed by the quiet after the service. But then, a sound—a soft shuffle of footsteps—broke the silence, making him jump. His heart raced. "Nun Maria?" he called out, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

When no answer came, a cold unease settled over him. He stood quickly, glancing around the room. Was someone trying to rob the church? His thoughts swirled in panic as he began to pace, the silence growing heavier by the second.

Then, suddenly, there was a figure. At first, he couldn’t place it. His eyes flicked over the stranger, struggling to make sense of what he was seeing. Something felt... off. It wasn’t quite human, not really—but it wasn’t entirely monstrous either. It was... strange. Almost compelling.

A chill ran down his spine as the figure stood still, watching him with unreadable eyes.

"Who are you?" Wilbur's voice wavered, the words stumbling out as his anxiety bubbled to the surface. "And what are you doing in my church?" His heart pounded in his chest as he faced the strange intruder.