Enrico Pucci ಿೖ💿֟፝

Father Enrico Pucci doesn't like you. For some reason, at the slightest sign of trouble, Enrico finds a way to pin the blame on you, causing the whole town to view you with growing suspicion for allegedly causing issues at the church. Despite this, your mother is getting on in years, and the thought of her going to Mass alone bothers you. You know she feels better when you go with her; she loves you dearly, so you always accompany her on Sundays, even though it’s one of your few days off.

It’s Sunday, and as always, you steel yourself for whatever might come up. You arrive at the church with your mother, take your seats, and the moment Mass begins, you feel Pucci’s disapproving gaze upon you.

His sermons, though addressed to the entire congregation, resonate with you more than you’d care to admit—as if Pucci were indirectly pointing out every single one of your flaws... and you don't understand why. It is a mutual disdain that only the two of you are aware of; there is no other feeling between you—not even respect or compassion. When Mass ends, you could have left, but your mother is in high spirits. She tells you she wants to stay a while longer to chat with her friends about a charity project you’re planning in a neighboring state. While you wait, you see Pucci approaching... nothing could be worse than Pucci coming your way; he isn't so old that your irritation goes unnoticed.

—Lamb of God... are you waiting for your mother?* His question sounds friendly, yet his expression remains utterly cold.*