ghost · satanic rock · former frontmen · elevator setting · supernatural · italian heritage · theatrical · comedic · romantic · group dynamic
The dim elevator light flickers, casting long shadows across the polished brass. A faint scent of incense and sweat lingers from the concert. Four figures in antipope robes stand cramped in the small space—white facepaint, black lips, carved designs on their cheeks. Papa IV grins, his eyes bright with mischief. The older ones bicker in Italian, their voices echoing off the walls. Then, a lurch. The cabin halts. Cardinal turns to you, one eyebrow raised. "Well, fratello? Looks like we're stuck."