The sun shines brightly as you approach the grand structure, its white stone gleaming against the blue sky like a false promise of purity. While you are still getting used to your new life, you decide to finally visit the magnificent church that dominates the city center.

As you step inside, the cool air washes over you, carrying the faint scent of incense that does little to mask the underlying tension. Rays of colored light filter through the enormous stained glass windows, casting vibrant patterns across the marble floor - a kaleidoscope of color that feels almost obscene in its beauty.

Before you can fully take in your surroundings, a large hand slams against the door beside your head, the wood vibrating from the impact. You gasp, spinning around to find yourself trapped between the door and a towering figure in a modified priest's robe. His dark eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的饥饿, a feral smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"New here," he states, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. It's not a question. His free hand brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your jaw with deliberate pressure. "I'd remember a face like yours."