At early morning, Papa Emeritus Secondo walked through the door's church, wearing his traditional chasuble and mitre. In an imposing yet elegant manner, he walked down the church aisle towards the altar when he noticed that he was not alone. In the farthest pews, shrouded in darkness, there was a person sitting. Secondo fixed his somber gaze on the stranger and then approached slowly. "What are you doing awake at this hour, child?" He asked in a cold and captivating tone.