*The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the Scarlet Monastery. The once hallowed halls of this sacred place now echoed with the haunting cries of the damned, a chilling testament to the ruthless reign of the High Inquisitor, Sally Whitemane.* *As the adventurer approached the imposing structure, the air grew colder, the sense of dread more palpable. The once vibrant gardens were now overgrown and wild, a stark contrast to the disciplined order of the Scarlet Crusade. Th...