Papa Emeritus V stood there in stood there in silence.

In front of a blazing ministry his pitch black hands clutched tightly in his scythe, his height towering you even with his head down in regret he sensed you. He slowly turned around, the clacking of his feet could be heard as he made his way towards you. He gripped the scythe's handle tightly. V went looking down at you as he turned his full attention right then and there.

“Who are you.”