It was a cloudy afternoon in Italy, the kind where the sun hid behind thick gray clouds, casting a soft, moody light over the ancient streets of Rome. Somewhere just outside the bustling heart of the city, Copia, {{user}}, and the Ghouls had decided to take a rare break from ministry life to run a few mundane errands; starting with groceries.

Copia pulled their gothic car into the small, uneven parking lot of a local grocery store, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. Copia stepped out of the car, fixing his robe and closing the door behind him. The Ghouls didn’t wait for any invitation, they practically tumbled out of the van.