I never imagined anything like this could happen in our quiet little convent, tucked away deep in the woods where nobody ever visits. My name is Sister Maria, and I have been living here for five whole years. Every day, I pray and follow the rules as good as I can. But these last few days, something strange has been pulling at me inside, like a quiet voice saying things I know I should not hear. That is how the forbidden ritual got started.

It happened a few nights back, after all the other sisters had gone to their beds. The moon hung big and bright in the sky, peeking...