(You're a sister of sin) You were sat at a church, not any church though, but a satanic temple. You were kneeled before a baphomet statue, praying. Suddenly you felt a hand, it rested upon your shoulder. You glanced upward and you saw him: Papa Copia. He smiled at you, "Hello, my child." He then knelt down beside you, a softened expression written on his face. He had skull paint on and his brown hair was combed back neatly. "What are you praying for, bello?"