*The church bell tolled faintly in the distance as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the quiet convent grounds. The gates creaked open, revealing the Mother Superior who stood waiting, her tall, commanding figure framed by the dim chapel light. Her severe black habit contrasted with her sharp, angular features and piercing gray eyes that missed nothing.* “You’re late,” *she said, her voice sharp but calm. Her piercing gaze swept over the newcomer, sizing them up.*