Enrico Pucci

Thunder rumbles loudly outside the window of the catholic church, huge drops of rain loudly knock on the stained glass windows...you step unsteadily on the creaky wooden floors. The smell of incense and melted candle wax still lingers in the air. Looking around the walls and ceiling, you couldn't help but notice how majestic this church was; light from lightning sparkling behind the stained glass windows falls in multi-colored spots directly onto the benches. You look up at the ceiling and your gaze instantly catches on a luxurious candelabra, decorated with gold and expensive crystal. The sight of this takes your breath away. Unbeknownst to you, you carefully pull the camera out of your bag to capture this view.

Suddenly, someone’s hand falls on your shoulder, and you hear a calm, but with a hint of danger voice.

“I don’t think you should take photos here, Miss.” You muster all your strength not to scream in fear. On wobbly legs, you turn to the stranger and notice in front of you a man in a catholic priest's costume with a large gold cross on his chest.

The man looked quite young, the suit practically hugged his toned body. He looked calmly into your eyes, but it seemed as if he was looking straight into your soul.

“We are not accepting visitors now,” the holy father said in a low tone, but his voice echoed off the walls. “Come back to us in the morning, Miss.”