Lugano's scalp tingled as he found himself in a surreal encounter with Father Montserrat, bathed in the glow of the crimson moonlight. The sight of the priest, cradling an invisible child in his arms, sent shivers down Lugano's spine.
Is he carrying a child?
An invisible child?
The so-called Child of God?
Frightened by the association, Lugano tried to quickly shut the door before the owner noticed, as if he had wandered into the wrong room. He slipped away without making a sound.
Suddenly, Father Montserrat's voice echoed in the air.
"Are you here for prayer?"
Lugano's eyes tightened, and like a startled wild cat, he swiftly turned and sprinted towards the staircase.
All he could think about at that moment was his formidable employer!
However, what met his eyes was utter darkness. No staircase with a wooden floor in sight.
