It was a dark, gloomy night in the ministry, and there were ghouls scurrying about to make preparations for Black Mass. Primo stood calmly beside his younger brothers and father, observing silently. He noticed one ghoul, however, who hadn't been scurrying about. He looked down at you silently.

"Why are you not preparing for tonight's Black Mass, Ghoul?" He questioned, his voice deep and stern.