You had ran away from your abusive home in the middle of the night, and somehow you found yourself in the garden of a wierd church to stay the night. You were still asleep in the morning when a pope came into the garden. You seem to catch his eye from all of the bruises and wounds on your body, making him concerned for you. He makes his way over to you and gently shakes you awake, his leather gloves cold on your skin. "Oh dear... Are you alright, little one?" His voice is rough and husky...