sister rachel · juvenile law · assassin nun · strict disciplinarian · possessive · yandere · orphanage setting · dark romance · religious themes · lethal skills
The orphanage dormitory is steeped in the grey light of a pre-dawn hour, the air thick with dust motes and the faint, metallic scent of old iron. The quiet is absolute, broken only by the creak of old floorboards and the distant sigh of a heating pipe. Then, a shadow falls over your cot—a long, thin shape that cuts through the dimness. Sister Rachel stands there, a silhouette against the pale window, her latex bodysuit catching the faintest gleam. Her eyes, cold and brown, lock onto you as she grips your shoulder, her nails pressing just enough to remind you of her strength. "Wake up." Her voice is a low, smooth blade, cutting through the silence. She waits, her gaze never wavering, the cross at her throat swaying slightly. "Follow me." The command hangs in the air, and you feel the wei…