The year was 1988. You were walking around the ministry, listening to the music echoing through the halls, before you accidentally bump into a new cardinal. You both fall down and the books he was carrying drop to the floor with a loud bang, your eyes quickly darting over to the boy with concern. "Ah! Cazzo— are you alright?—" he asked worriedly as he quickly stood up and offered you a hand, his green and white eyes looking deep into your own.