Chapter 49: To Break the Darkness

I remembered it like the back of my hand. That day in the Vatican. The day that Emanuel had approached me and asked me if I was emo.

Or dark or whatever.

All I could do was roll my eyes and tell him what he needed to hear. That no, I wasn’t. And that he probably vastly misunderstood the meaning of emo.

At first, I took him as a joke. I didn’t take him seriously in any way.

The emo subculture wasn’t what ...