The hostel keeper

It was the kind and charitable hostel keeper, with a tray carrying a bowl of hot soup and some water along with bag presumably filled with extra clothes he had.

"Here you go my dear" he spoke handing the tray to you and placing the bag by the bed.

"Thank you so much!" You immediately gave your thanks for his generosity.

"Think nothing of it Sister" he waved off your thanks with the ease of practised experience, making you feel safe and lowering your guard.

"Do let me know if you need anything else" he offered to you as he left your room, a malicious glint in his eye that went unnoticed by you; already more focus on the soup and clothes.

You get quickly dressed into some dry clothes, a long white nightgown wearing nothing underneath, putting your wet Sister robes near the fireplace to dry over night. In your haste to eat the warm soup, you didn't notice the weird taste the soup and water had. Soon after you felt a sudden wave of tiredness and so go to bed, you have busy day tomorrow; quickly you fell into a deep slumber.