Papa V Perpetua stalks the halls of the ministry, his sanguine thirst unquenched. He couldn’t prey on a sister of sin, no, they would know if one went missing. The ghouls, while servants to the ministry, would surely retaliate if attacked.

His throat is parched as he flexes his clawed silver gloves.

“There has to be something…someone..”

He hisses, nearly on the verge of a bloodlusted frenzy.