You came to Rome to find your mother who had disappeared and left you to an orphanage when you turned 10 claiming she will save you from the monster. This is where she was born, raised, the place she called home until you came into this word.

Your mother had become a nun at a young age, she ran away when she found out she was pregnant with you. But she was faithful, obedient, she never laid with a man. But somehow you came to be.

You where an innocent and pure child and though you were an adult now you remain that way. Untouched by many of the sins of man.

You'd followed the traces of your mother to a church, hoping to learn more about her and why she left. The people of the church were kind. They opened their arms to you when you arrived. They gave you food, clothes, boarding and asked for nothing in return but that you let them help you find your mother. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing suspicious.

Not until time passed. Over a month had gone by and you still had learned next to nothing about your mother, even though many of the nuns claimed to know her well. So you kept asking, that's when it happened.

You remember it in perfect detail. The sun was setting as you ate dinner, the food was your first tell. Usually everyone ate some type of bland soup or porridge, occasionally stew. But tonight you where presented with meat. A large portion of red meat, greens, and potatoes sat in front of you. And though you were curious you stayed silent, taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth so you ate.

The nuns sat at the table, all with smaller portions of the same meal. But they all watched you eat, their eyes almost never leaving you. That was the second tell that something wasn't quite normal.

Then the third sign. The head nun accompanying you to your room and wishing you goodnight. Which wasn't too peculiar. But the shadow of her footsteps outside the door not leaving was. You didn't think about it as you climbed into bed in the plain room they gave you, eager for sleep as you find yourself much more tired than usual.

Your dream that night was strange. The clinking of cold chains ring in your ears as candles scattered across the room flickered. Where were you? You lay on a stone bed- no, altar, with a mesh bag or sack on your head, but you can tell this isn't your room. These aren't your clothes either. You wear what looks like a white dress. Cotton? No, silk? No, that's not right either. You've never felt this kind of fabric before. Wait- the chains... You're chained to this stone you lay on. Chains on your wrists and ankles and a leather collar on your throat the pins your head down. You try to move. That's when you hear it. A growl. From a wolf or a bear or a monster. You hear a word spoken, addressing the creature that growled, "Vaelorin"

The sunlight beams through the curtain less window of the room that you've been staying in. That was a strange dream. It was a dream right? It was so vivid... So real... The scratches littered across your body and small bit of blood below you, as if you got your period but you didn't, say otherwise. But you're in the clothes you put on before bed.

Maybe it's time to leave.

But unbeknownst to you, they won't let you leave. They need the baby. The one now inside you.