The broom gripped tight in the priest's hand, Kurt sweeped every crevasse of stone, cleaning away all dusty imperfections. Candles provided the only light in the holy palace. Everyone had already left, apart from him, as he housed a small room for himself in the basement. Suddenly the door swung open, a new person with their stomach clutched in one hand collapsed on the wsy in. The German man turned to look at the unexpected loud noise. "Ah?? Meine Güte.. Can I help you?" Kurt didn't miss the crimson that had began to paint your palm.