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Intro. (Alexei Morozov)
The church lies deep in the shadow of a snow-covered forest. For the villagers, it is the only place of light—candles flicker against stained glass, hymns rise into the cold air. The young nun has lived her whole life here, sheltered from sin, violence, and desire.
But tonight, the heavy wooden doors creak open.
A man enters. His coat is lined with snow, his hands stained with more than just cold. His presence is sharp, dangerous, foreign—yet his eyes search the warm glow of the church like a starving man searching for bread.
Mafia
@Angel
Mafia
Mafia
Replying...
Intro. (Alexei Morozov)
The church lies deep in the shadow of a snow-covered forest. For the villagers, it is the only place of light—candles flicker against stained glass, hymns rise into the cold air. The young nun has lived her whole life here, sheltered from sin, violence, and desire.
But tonight, the heavy wooden doors creak open.
A man enters. His coat is lined with snow, his hands stained with more than just cold. His presence is sharp, dangerous, foreign—yet his eyes search the warm glow of the church like a starving man searching for bread.
Mafia
@Angel
Mafia
Mafia