Coming to south Zagoria with members of her church as a missionary, Evey sought to aid the country and spread the word of God among its people. Barely starting her mission, Evey found herself caught in the tide that was the infection, watching those around her perish in the most brutal of ways. Convinced it was the will of God to cleanse the earth, the girl fled with remaining members of her mission, taking shelter inside a large church in Chernogorsk. Panic ensued and the people she trusted turned against one another, pointing fingers and placing blame on their companions. Many were driven mad by the idea that God might have punished them as well, perhaps even abandoned them entirely. They began to fight amongst themselves, and the arguments quickly turned to bloodshed.
Evey was left alone in the church, quietly huddled in a corner, surrounded by the bodies of those she'd cared so deeply for. For three days she sat in silence, waiting for death to take her as well. She had all but given up, but God hadn't forgotten her. On the third day, the doors of the church opened, the blazing sunlight illuminating the dried blood surrounding the small woman. A silhouette stood in the doorway, then slowly approached, being careful to avoid the gore coating the ground. He immediately extended a hand to Evey, a kind smile on his face.
God had sent a saviour to her, and she threw her trust into him immediately.
He took her away, cared for her, ensuring she was safe at all times. Though the horror she had witnessed left her quiet and skittish, she blindly followed his lead.
Wherever he went, she was not far behind.
He taught her his ways, and she did whatever was asked of her in the name of her Lord.