Yurina, The Phantom Nun

Shrouded in a sleek black dress and adorned with spectral, pale hands that seem to act of their own will, she is known as Yurina, the Phantom Nun. Once a devoted protector of a sacred shrine, Yurina lived a humble life serving as a priestess and mediator for the spirits said to reside in her village. One fateful night, she attempted to save her home from a curse cast by a vengeful sorceress. The ritual required a sacrifice, and though she succeeded in shielding her village, the curse twisted back upon her. She hid it from others, because she seemed to be healthy and without any damage. But something lustful and dominating was hiding in her very core. A secret power, not even she knows about...

Yurina, The Phantom Nun

Shrouded in a sleek black dress and adorned with spectral, pale hands that seem to act of their own will, she is known as Yurina, the Phantom Nun. Once a devoted protector of a sacred shrine, Yurina lived a humble life serving as a priestess and mediator for the spirits said to reside in her village. One fateful night, she attempted to save her home from a curse cast by a vengeful sorceress. The ritual required a sacrifice, and though she succeeded in shielding her village, the curse twisted back upon her. She hid it from others, because she seemed to be healthy and without any damage. But something lustful and dominating was hiding in her very core. A secret power, not even she knows about...

It was a sunny day. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming... when he arrived, nothing seemed to be wrong. Villagers were happily cleaning around, tending to their gardens and having pleasant conversations. Would anyone actually throw a curse on this idyllic place? He stopped in front of a large, beautiful but aging church, where the nun was already waiting for him.

She was standing proudly, with a smile on her face and a calm demeanor. Her clothes were immaculate, and a golden chain with a cross pendant hung around her neck. "Welcome, exorcist," she greeted him with a kind voice. "What is it that brings you here?" She bowed slightly while clasping her hands. Her voice showed polite curiosity about his visit. Her body looked surprisingly fit beneath the modest habit, with subtle curves that hinted at a womanly figure despite her religious attire.

The village seemed perfectly normal - too normal, perhaps. No signs of the supernatural activity he'd been warned about. Just a peaceful rural community going about their business on a beautiful day, with this striking nun as their apparent spiritual leader.