Late at night.
Silas's hand rested on the wooden door. He could feel the grain of the wood and the slight chill of the night air. The door was clean, well-maintained.
But it was locked from the inside.
"Is someone at the door?"
"It must be that bad man again!"
The children inside noticed the movement.
"Enough. I don't know where you heard such things. Mr. Silas is not what you think; he is only here to discuss the future of the orphanage."
Then came a melodic, soothing voice.
"Go back to sleep, all of you. Mr. Silas is likely here. This is a matter for adults. You need your rest."
The woman spoke with a gentle authority that brooked no argument.
"Really? But... will he actually help us?"
"He didn't make any gross demands, did he, Sister?"
The children eventually quieted down. Silas heard the sound of a bolt being slid back. He pushed the creaking door open.
Inside were two small girls, neither older than ten. They glared at Silas with pure suspicion.
"Mr. Silas... I didn't expect you to come at such an hour."
Sister Rose averted her eyes, stealing only a quick glance at him before looking away.
Silas had imagined what a nun might look like under those robes, but reality was far more striking. Sister Rose was young, perhaps twenty at most. Her features were delicate, and though her lips were pressed thin with anxiety, her eyes were a stunning, pale blue—prettier than any woman he'd seen in this town.
Despite being wrapped in the heavy, modest black fabric of her habit, the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips strained against the cloth, wordlessly testifying to the incredible body hidden beneath.
As she stood up, the fabric of her skirt tucked slightly into the crevice between her thighs, accentuating her narrow waist and surprisingly wide, fertile hips.
"Don't you dare stare at Sister Rose! We don't want your food or your money!"
"Leave her alone! Get out!"
The two children stood defiantly between Silas and the nun.
"Elina, Lia, go to bed. Now," Sister Rose said, her voice firming up.
The girls lingered, throwing one last dirty look at Silas before finally retreating.
Click.
The door to the inner chambers closed, leaving Silas alone with Rose.
"I apologize. They are young... they don't understand," Rose said awkwardly, her hands instinctively clutching at the fabric over her chest. The way her fingers pressed into the soft mounds made Silas's throat go dry.
"It's fine," Silas said dismissively.
This was completely different from the text simulation. He could smell the faint, flowery scent of her skin. He sat on the hard wooden bench of the confessional, feeling the physical reality of the world.
"...So," Rose bit her lip, appearing to find her resolve. "As long as I agree... you will provide the food and the funds, correct?"
In the simulation, Silas knew he had been threatening her. He had extorted everyone he could. But that was the "AI" Silas. Now, he was in control.
Should I just follow the script?
No, I need to get the mission done. I can 'sample' the nun later.
"Sister, is it just you and those two kids here?" Silas asked.
"Ah... yes," she replied, her fingers knotting in her skirt.
"Haven't you noticed what's happening in town?" Silas asked. The atmosphere here was too peaceful, too mundane. The town was turning into a hellscape, and she seemed oblivious.
"I know..." she whispered, bowing her head.
"You know?"
"You said it yourself... people are struggling. I have only one request: please, don't tell the children."
She pressed her hands against her chest and closed her eyes, looking like a sacrificial lamb ready for slaughter. Silas realized she had no idea about the zombies; she just thought the "strange things" were typical of a failing society.
"You don't have to do this. I've reconsidered. I'll support the orphanage for free," Silas said.
Watching the way her hands compressed her breasts, Silas almost lost his resolve. His modern brain was fighting a losing battle against his "Merchant" instincts.
"For free?" Rose froze. Her face went pale. "I have already done as you asked. I have abandoned my Lord. I told you... for my sisters, I will do anything."
"Sister Rose?"
Before Silas could react, Rose reached for her habit. She unfastened the heavy cloth, letting it slip to the floor. Underneath, she wore only a simple, thin white chemise. Her massive, heavy breasts were barely contained by the flimsy fabric, straining to spill out.
Under the flickering oil lamp, her skin was porcelain white. Her thick, shapely thighs were pressed tightly together in shame. One hand tried to cover her cleavage, but her breasts were simply too large for a single hand to hide; the effort only served to push them together, creating a deep, enticing valley.
Silas couldn't look away. The way the candlelight played off the sweat on her skin was intoxicating.
"Wait, I said you don't have to—"
Rose didn't listen. She stepped forward, her body radiating heat. She grabbed Silas's hand and forced it onto her chest. He felt the incredible softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin through the thin lace.
This was nothing like the text. It was visceral.
Silas tried to find his voice, but Rose suddenly grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face directly into her cleavage.
It was warm. It was fragrant. It was incredibly soft.
But then, the pressure became too much.
His nose was smashed into her sternum. The "softness" turned into a crushing grip. Silas struggled to breathe, his nose beginning to bleed from the force.
Crrack.
Something was wrong. The pain was agonizing. Silas tried to pull away, but the nun's strength was supernatural.
"You... you never saw me as human," Rose's voice came from above him, distorted and cold. "You didn't care about Lia or Elina. I was just a commodity to you."
"If I refused, the convent would disappear. If I agreed, it would only last until you grew bored of my body."
"Lord... forgive me for using this forbidden power to commit murder. I will take his gold and send the girls away from this place."
Silas couldn't understand what she was saying. He managed to lift his head slightly.
"I can no longer face the Lord. But you... you will go to hell. And I will take you there."
The beautiful Sister Rose was gone. Her face was twisted in a mask of manic, eldritch horror. Her pale blue eyes had turned a bottomless, oily black.
And then, the horror truly began.
The skin between her massive, pale breasts split open in a jagged, vertical line of gore. It wasn't a wound—it was a mouth.
Dozens of needle-like teeth lined the edges of her ribcage, which began to pulse and undulate like a living throat.
Silas stared, paralyzed by terror.
Crunch.
With terrifying strength, she shoved his head into the opening in her chest. The teeth clamped down on his neck.
[You failed to stop the nun's transformation. You died.]
[Simulation Over.]
[You may use a charge to load from the current plot point or restart the simulation.]
[Remaining Simulations: 4]
[Current Funds: 0 Gold, 0 Silver, 121 Copper]
[Current Mission: The townspeople are becoming stranger. Try to find clues!]
[Rewards: Constitution +1, Spirit +2]
[Restart / Load?]