I’m in. Any nervousness I may have felt during my journey was wasted, for they didn’t seem to question me at all. They have welcomed me with open arms. Vulnerable and willing open arms. In fact, my nervousness has quickly been replaced by disdain for all the foolish naivety that I’ve encountered since my arrival. But I must set that aside. I shall ignore the stupid, sheepish looks I receive from the other women here. They are misguided, and are here for the purest of reasons. While they take their vows of silence, I search for the one of their flock that I have vowed to find. One that I am required to seek. She has become legend in our undercover world. I know not her face. I have no idea of her name. I only know that while I respect her work, I must destroy it. She alone is worthy as my nemesis. And it is she alone that I must kill.
I am not in fear of discovery. The Sisters here are clothed in a veil of another world. I doubt they will see me coming. They do not fear the lioness in nun’s clothing.
The painting featured in this post is Convent Thoughts by Charles Alston Collins (1828-1873), painted 1851
