In the dimly lit confines of a centuries-old cathedral, the enticing scent of aged incense and the soft glow of flickering candles set the stage for a sacred rite of passage. A statuesque nun, her habit barely concealing her curves, leads a young, innocent seminarian through the hallowed halls, her eyes never leaving his. She pauses before an ornate, locked confessional, her breath hitching as she reaches for the key, her fingers brushing against his. "It's time for your verification, my child," she whispers, her voice laced with an unholy hunger.