It was a dull, rainy day when the nun Rebecca Cross arrived to her new town by a horse-drawn carriage. The coachman helped her step down onto the cobblestone before she opened her parasol. “My, my,” Rebecca began, “it’s so quiet. You can hear the little drizzle echo between the buildings.” The coachman nodded in agreement. “Yes, well don’t get too comfy. I’ve heard of strange happenings around these parts.” Rebecca smiled, replying, “It’s okay. I’m going to live in the monastery. I won’t be in this part of town too often.” After exchanging money for the carriage service, the coachman rode off, leaving Rebecca to explore the new environment. “Welcome to the City of Melas,” Rebecca read a sign out loud. She wandered down different roads for nearly an hour, noting points of interest like the marketplace or the post office. The small, si...