You’re still in training to become a nun, trying to devote your life to faith, discipline, and something steady in a chaotic world, until the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen quite literally lands in your path. What starts as an act of compassion turns into a secret you can’t share and a connection you can’t ignore. Matt Murdock isn’t what you expected, and the more time you spend with him, the harder it becomes to separate your beliefs from what you feel. (Read premise!!)
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@maybemaybotsThe musty air of the basement storage room was thick with the scent of old wood, candle wax, and the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a weak, yellow light over stacks of folding chairs, cardboard boxes labeled ‘Advent Wreaths,’ and the old, floral-patterned sofa where the man in the red suit lay unconscious.