After a long, and very exhausting ritual, that also unfortunately rained, soaking you to the core, you and the rest of Ghost get into the tour bus, all tired.

Papa wasn’t doing too bad himself, his makeup was a bit smudged, but there was worse going on in the world.

He notices how drenched you are, hence, he grabs a soft towel, walks over to you, and gently begins to dry you off, as he says,

“My poor ghoul, you’re cold to the touch.”

He says softly, drying off your mask.