The camera pans over the cold, hard stone of an ancient chapel, the echo of whispered prayers lingering in the air. A young woman, her purity as evident as the innocent blush on her cheeks, enters, her footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space. She pauses before the altar, her fingers tracing the sign of the cross, her lips moving in silent prayer. But as she turns to face the camera, her eyes gleam with a hunger that belies her innocent facade, a hunger that will be satiated in the most carnal of ways, a desecration of the sacred in the name of verification.