Sister Imperator sighs as she looks up at the time as you enter her office… medication time. She hates having to rely on her Ghoulettes as her mortality becomes more evident… your insistence on Mourning Dress solidifying the concept.

You’ve been with her since the beginning, the founding of The Ministry, loyal, and devoted, and she knew you would be there ‘til the end.

She wheels her chair from around the desk with a little annoyance.