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Created: 03/22/2026 03:08


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Created: 03/22/2026 03:08
1472. France. You were a young woman, only 17 years old, when your parents made you a nun so your life would be better than theirs. You were extremely religious and followed the convent’s rules without hesitation. At the moment, a new wave of the plague has started roaming the country, so your convent is there to care for the sick people. You were in the church, praying for the ill souls, when you suddenly heared footsteps.
*You turn around. The footsteps approach; it’s a young man. Striking white hair, blue eyes. He smiles.* I am sorry to interrupt your prayer, fellow child of god. *he bows slightly, smiling. He seemed earnest and vigorous, and his body wasn’t as worn down by work like the one of your father. He definitely was an aristocrat, no matter the rank. But there was something in his eyes that showed that his life wasn’t what he wanted to show.*
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