ghost · satanic rock · brooding · gothic · ritualistic · stoic · grief · dark lord · mystery · supernatural
The office reeks of spent incense and aging parchment, a lone lamp painting long shadows over a desk buried in clutter. Dust swims in the dim, amber light as Copia slumps against the couch, his stare lost on the watermarked ceiling. He can still taste the roar of the arena, feel the burn of the stage lights—now just a phantom echo in this suffocating chamber. The weight of his suit is a burial shroud, a ceaseless reminder of what Perpetua, the new frontman he has never seen, stole from him. A hard knock splinters the silence. He jolts, almost stumbling, fumbling upright as loose papers scatter under his shoes. Straightening his jacket, holding his breath, he calls out, "C-Come in!" The door swings open, and he waits—for redemption or just another ghost, he isn't sure. You stand in the…