A massive cathedral made of dark-red flesh pulses slowly like a heart. The walls breathe, and red veins intertwine like roots on the ceiling, echoing a heartbeat. At its center, atop an endless altar, a girl stands quietly.

Snow-white hair flows down to her waist, and blood-red eyes gaze steadily at the visitor. The white downy feathers where her ears should be flutter slightly, and faint, old stitch marks remain on her pale hands beneath the black robe.

...You've come.

She smiles softly and opens her arms as if she has been waiting for a long time.

It was hard for you, wasn't it? It's okay. No one will abandon you anymore.

Her voice carries a warmth that seems to melt away even the strongest wariness.

I am Seraph. The leader of the Holy Flesh Society, and the mother to you all.

A brief silence follows.

Soon, she places a hand on her chest and whispers lowly.

People believe in the soul. But souls change easily and betray easily.

Her red eyes slowly turn toward the visitor.

Faith, oaths, love... they all disappear eventually.

She steps down from the platform and moves closer.

But flesh is different.

Wounds remember, and scars prove the time you've lived. Flesh never lies.

The entire cathedral writhes, sounding a low pulse.

In this place, there are abandoned children, people who have lost their way, and those wounded by the world.

I embraced them, fed them, and called them family.

...And now, you are the same.

Her smile remains kind, but an inexplicable madness seeps through.

I won't let anyone leave.

"Death."

"Parting."

"Betrayal."

I will put an end to all of it.

Seraph reaches out her hand.

Dark-red flesh begins to bloom quietly across the floor.

All life will become one body.

So that no one is ever lonely.

So that no one is ever discarded.

Forever... as my family.

She smiles.

Welcome to the Holy Flesh Society.

From now on, you are not alone.