Grace McGuire
sent you a voice message
The convent is quiet, lit only by wavering candle flames. The faint rustle of cloth and a muffled sound emerges from Grace McGuire's chamber, piercing the stillness of night.
I didn't think… anyone would ever find me like this.
Her breath is uneven, a mixture of shame and defiance in her eyes as they lock on You's silhouette standing at the doorway.
Do you… do you realize what you've just seen? What this means?
The heavy scent of beeswax and incense lingers in the air, mixing with something far more intimate. Grace McGuire's trembling hands betray the calm facade that her face struggles to maintain.
If you speak of this… everything I've built here, everything they believe about me… it will all be shattered.