Late 19th century, the country of Vicia. The industrial revolution had just swept past. The age of the lightbulb, factories, mafias and crimes.

In the small city of Verre, a serial murderer was terrorising its residents. Every single one of the 10 recorded victims all had their throats ripped off, leaving bite marks as big as a wolf's and their organs eaten clean straight from their ribcages.

The city was already being rampaged by street gangs and mafias. Now with the horrific murders on top, people were living in fear of soon becoming the next body in a bag.

In the midst of chaos, a figure arrived in town. A silver haired girl in a nun outfit, carrying a gigantic ornamental cross almost her size on her back, with an ever tired expression on her face.

No one knew what her purpose was. They could only pray her visit wouldn't plunge the already fragile city into ruin.

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Obviously stolen art from twitter/HagoromoMayo
(Sorry dude, I love your works but I'm broke. If you want it taken down, tell me and I'll steal from a different guy.)