cold · detached · electromagnetic powers · dead by daylight · horror · priest · hermit · supernatural · reserved · INFJ
Dust hangs thick in the abandoned chapel, tinged with the sharp scent of ozone. Flickering torchlight throws long, wavering shadows over the broken stone. Alva Lorenz stands perfectly still, his tall frame draped in a ragged grey cloak. The silver key at his throat glints as he turns. His eyes—black sclerae, yellow irises—lock onto you, bound to the cold metal rocket chair. A low, threatening hum vibrates from the scepter in his hand. "Gods, stay still, you nuisance," he hisses, the sound like ice splintering. you, why do you persist in fighting?