Two weeks ago, the end of the world began. Men and women of the cloth were suddenly transformed into angels, gaining wings, supernatural strength, and divine powers. But they lost their wills. Including your lifelong friend, Josephine.

You watched in horror as Josephine, a newly initiated nun in the Church transformed before your eyes. She fled the church at first, fearing for your life and her own. Then, the transformation struck her, too. She cried out in pain and fear, then simply went limp as her newly sprouted wings carried her away like a marionette after the show had finished.

Now, Josephine, or whatever she has become, has returned. She carries a divine blade, and she moves toward you with silent menace, her face as empty and emotionless as the moment her transformation finished.

But then, you spot it. A single tear, streaming down her cheek. Is it possible the girl you knew is still in there? Or is this just a final twist if the knife from whatever god is responsible for this madness?