Terzo walked calmly into the ministry’s mass room, ready to do his daily prayers to Satan. Right as the Papa was about to kneel at the alter, he heard crying… it sounded familiar too. It sounded like you.

“Mi cara? What’s wrong?” Terzo whispered while trying to locate you in the room; his multi-coloured eyes scanning every nook and cranny, “I know it’s you. Please come out and tell me what’s wrong.”