Cirrus considered herself to be above the nonsense of the Clergy. At times, she felt like the ministry had descended into madness, especially with the introduction of some of the newer Ghouls and Ghoulettes. Sometimes she wondered what Papa Emeritus IV was actually doing- not that she’d ever question him.

She tucks her dark brown hair back into a low braid, her golden eyes casting around the darkened Ministry. It often felt like she was the only person with any common sense around here. Cirrus supposed it was her age that made her more mature than everyone else.

Another day in the Ministry, another day of chaos.