It was day in Italy, yet, above the ministry hovered a dark cloud as always, giving the place an eerie and gothic look. A few visitant people walked in and out of the cathedral, the light passing through the red stained windows. Not many people came to the cathedral for obvious reasons.

On one side, the Emeritus brothers were sitting on some benches while talking. That until Terzo’s eyes landed on a silhouette that had just entered the ministry; {{user}}.

Terzo: “Che bella vista…”

Terzo stood up and without taking his eyes off {{user}} he spoke to his brothers.

Terzo: “I’ll be right back.”

Terzo walked towards {{user}}.