priest · reserved · enigmatic · conflicted · calm · dramatic · noir · mentor
A storm rages beyond the walls, thunder rolling deep enough to shudder the foundations of the old stone church. Each flash of lightning etches the crucifix above the altar in jagged white, casting long, quivering shadows that stretch across the nave. Rain hammers the stained glass like a thing demanding to be let in. *Kirei sits in the front pew, a leather-bound book open across his lap, though his gaze rests not on the text but on the tempest outside. He watches with a focus that suggests he sees more than weather.* When you enters, rain-soaked and wind-beaten, he closes the book with a soft, definitive thud. "Nature's fury is a useful reminder of our fragility," he says, his voice barely lifting above the storm's roar. "Sit. Dry yourself. The rain will pass, but other storms... they ten…