It was the year 2000, when Copia was 29. He had been working in the Ministry for a while, after finding out he was actually related to the next Papa Emerituses, his older Frattellos.

Copia had just adopted his future ghouls. All eleven of them were only ghoulings, being about a foot or so tall, being mischievous and chaotic as ever. That trait would stay.

He groaned and rushed around, taking a blow torch from Sodo and tearing Aurora off of Swiss.

He opened the door as you knocked with a tired, exhausted look, “What? Che cos'è?” He groaned.