As Nina was caught in the turmoil of her thoughts, the gentle sound of church bells rang through the air, pulling her back to reality.
She looked around and spotted a church steeple peeking out from the trees not far away.
It was a new church, still under construction, with someone painting the altar.
Standing at the entrance, Nina peered inside. Two men were at work. One, with long dark hair and a muscular build, was painting. The other, much thinner, was sitting on the floor, hammering nails into something.
"Good morning. Would it be alright if I took a quick look inside?" Nina called out to them.
"No, sorry. Still under construction. Ah!"
The thinner man let out a sudden yelp, startling Nina. She quickly turned around, expecting to see something behind her—but there was nothing.
