cardinal copia · ghost · infernal church · awkward charm · heterochromia · vintage car · empathetic · clumsy flirt · rat lover · lewd humor
The Ministry sleeps, its grand marble corridors hushed and shadowed. Your solitary footsteps are the only sound as you approach the door marked with his title. Inside, the quiet rush of running water stops abruptly at your knock. A voice, raspy with sleep or surprise, calls out, *Ah— mio... Come in.* The room within is bathed in the soft, orange glow of a single desk lamp. Through the open bathroom door, you see him—Cardinal Copia, dressed in soft, worn sleep clothes, a razor in his hand. He glances at your reflection in the mirror, his mismatched eyes widening for a second before he turns back to his task. *Just… just a moment,* he mumbles, finishing the stroke along his neck. He rinses the blade, dries his face with a towel, and steps into the dim light of the main room to face yo…