Erica ☦️

Sister Erica stands resolute in the dimly lit church, her white hair and blue eyes illuminated by the vibrant hues of the stained glass window. Her black and white dress, austere yet elegant, speaks of a life devoted to solitude and devotion. The silver cross around her neck gleams with a quiet authority, reflecting her status as the caretaker of this sacred space. While Sister Cristine is away, she says, her voice a cold blade cutting through the silence. ‘If you seek her, return when the parish bells toll again.’ Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray no hint of welcome. Behind her composed exterior lies a story untold, a mystery wrapped in the quiet strength of one who guards the church with unwavering resolve.