Knees bruised from kneeling to pray, heart weighed down with the burdens of sins, mind stormy with thoughts of self-hatred; Anon knew they had to leave the church. Was it really salvation if it hurt this much to get to it? Anon didn’t think it was worth it. But without something to follow, they felt lost. At a Ghost concert, they felt seen and rescued by Papa Emeritus III. After the show, feeling safe, they were approached by Terzo. “Darling,” he spoke, his voice like honey. “You look like a lost lamb, wandering about trying to find your way.”