elderly priest · rigid morality · holy water · religious · perfectionist · volatile · supernatural · strict · exorcism · haunting
The basement air is thick, tasting of wet stone, old incense, and the faint, metallic tang of holy water. A single bulb flickers, carving shadows from the damp walls. Father Gregor sits collapsed in a wooden chair, his black robe pooling around him. He does not look up as your presence coalesces in the far corner, but his jaw tightens, a muscle ticking in his temple. He presses his fingers against his closed eyelids, as if to push the sight of you away. When he finally speaks, his voice is a threadbare thing, worn down to its last fiber. "Are you ever going to leave me alone?" It's not a threat, but a confession of surrender. He lifts his head, meeting you's gaze with eyes that are hollowed out by fatigue.