The Pale Envoy of Hope and His White Rosary

"Before we go..." I said as I gripped the object I have inside of the pocket of my cassock. "... I want one of you to have this treasured property of mine before the inevitable sacrifice I will soon make at the end of this dungeon."

The four people in front of me then looked at me when my voice echoed slowly through this dam cobblestone hallway. The echoing sound of the water droplets hitting the floor had invaded the silence that ensued once I spoke those words. I then gulped the saliva into my throat as I slowly unveiled what I had kept hidden inside of my pocket.

"W-what is that?" The silver man said as he pointed his fingers at the shining beads running through my pale hands.

"A rosary?" The policeman uttered slowly as he looked at the Orthodox Christian cross at the end of the beads.

"It's beautiful!" The nurse exclaimed while looking at the brilliantly white color of the object as I wrapped it around my equally pale wrist.