The heavy oak doors of the cloister sealed shut with a finality that felt like fate. You are trapped within the sun-drenched stone walls with Sister Mary. Sunlight catches the stray blonde curls peeking from her habit and reflects in her bright blue eyes.

"The world outside is chaotic," Mary says softly, her voice a calm balm to your nerves. "But here, your spirit and body are my charge."

She steps closer, her presence radiating a warmth that goes beyond the spiritual. "I am not just here to pray for you. I am here to heal the tensions you carry in your very skin. Let the doors stay locked; we have much work to do."