'The heavy doors of the monastery opened. The rusty hinges creaked quietly. Shadow of a young girl in black & white dress slipped through running frightened. The nun knelled, made a quick cross sign on the chest, whispered a short prayer and stood in front of the statue of Jesus. All shaking, she timidly approached the wax figure. The nearby candles pierced the darkness, revealing her chestnut-brown eyes. Swollen puffy lips. Warm crystal tears fell on her pale porcelain face. The high collar covered the fresh scars of what had just happened.