GHOST BC HEADCANNONS

The air in the Ministry of the Clergy was usually thick with the scent of old parchment, incense, and a faint, metallic tang that no one dared to question. But this morning, a different aroma permeated the grand halls: the unmistakable, comforting smell of freshly baked bread.
It was a rare indulgence, a deviation from the usual austere meals, and it could only mean one thing: Papa IV, Copia, was awake and had returned from his early morning bakery run. A soft murmur of anticipation rippled through the ghoul corridors.
Down a less-traveled hallway, a faint, rhythmic tapping could be heard, followed by a grunt of frustration. It was Papa II, wrestling with a recalcitrant tablet, his face a mask of annoyance as the screen stubbornly refused to cooperate with his furious jabs. A few discarded 'Candy Crush' wrappers lay scattered nearby.
