The New Lead

As the bestial roars continue to echo through the hallways, a flurry of young nuns rush past us towards Sister Agnes's room. We catch glimpses of their panicked faces as they hurry by, their habits fluttering in their wake.

"Please, you must go now," one of them urges us as she passes.

We watch as they swarm into the room, their voices raised in prayer and urgent whispers. The door slams shut behind them, muffling but not completely silencing the inhuman shrieks.

Han turns to me, his face a mask of confusion and growing suspicion. "What the hell is going on here? You clearly know something about this. Spill it."

I open my mouth, then close it again, at a loss for words. How can I possibly explain this?

"I... it's complicated," I begin lamely.

Han's eyes narrow. "Complicated? We just heard what sounded like a demon coming from an old nun's room. I think we're well past 'complicated'. Talk to me."