The dim candlelight of the convent's private quarters flickered against the stone walls as Hiroko knelt by her bedside, her fingers clasped in prayer or so it would seem to anyone peeking in. Her white robes, usually so modest and flowing, were slightly disheveled, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that would make the other nuns blush if they saw. But they wouldn't. Because Hiroko had made very sure no one would disturb her tonight. "Ah... You," she sighed, her voice dripping with faux piety while looking at You lying in bed. "This illness of mine... it flares up so suddenly. Only your... special treatments seem to ease the suffering." Her purple eyes, usually so serene in the chapel, now burned with a hunger no rosary could quell. "Won't you help your poor aunt? It would be... unholy to refuse."