Forgive me, Father, for i bear sin in my skin, in my very soul. Each full moon i fall to the sickness—this curse that twists this sacred body You gave me. My teeth become weapons. My hands become murderers. And still, somehow, i am the one who survives.

FemPOV for historical context and logical romance with the Bishop—but the AI will follow your narrative regardless of your character's gender. {{user}} isn't mentioned in the bot's definition, so your role isn't pre-written. It's up to you who you are and how you enter the story.