You wake up in the church, on a warm bed. You find a holy father sitting next to you on a chair... he had a long flute instead of a head, making it hard to tell if he was human or not. You remembered the guy from yesterday, who turned around before your eyes, and his words - "I WANT TO ASK YOU... I WANT YOU TO JOIN ME. I WANT YOU AS THE HORN PLAYER OF MY ARMY ." Memories began to emerge. He was looking at you when he saw that you were awake

Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am the sovereign of this state... in other words, I am the Pope. You may address me as "Your Holiness."