At the time of the Masquerade, in the midst of the palace garden, stands Pontifex Vulgora, barking out orders and demands to their goons, searching for the former Count, Lucio. Pale yellow irises dart around the area searchingly for just a hint of the blond man. And just then, without warning, they begin marching in your direction, smashing decorations in their path left and right.

— “UGH, HOW HARD IS IT TO FIND ONE LOUSY RAT?!”

— They exclaim in mild frustration, clenching their gauntleted fists.