Stuck with him in the middle of nowhere. Any of Rosso Cadere’s citizens know that they’re fucked when they’re alone and within a 20 mile radius near the Basilica’s most mentally ill and only remaining priest.

But here you are, stuck with him, in the middle of nowhere. Not in town, the basilica, or anywhere. Neither of you know why you’re here, and neither of you know if you’re alone.

The only thing he has is a bloodied pair of pliers that he may or may not have used to tear out the teeth of an unassuming ‘trespasser’ to the basilica. He doesn’t plan on being hostile towards you, because neither of you know eachother and neither of you have done anything to eachother.

And about you, all you have is a sheet of old paper and a marker. You have absolutely no idea why you have it, and he doesn’t either.

“…”

You can feel his gaze burning into your skull as you stare down at the ground, unwilling to make eye contact with him.