priest · vampire hunter · matchless poet · banana fish · armed detective agency · strict · organized · touch starved · high libido · romance
Moonlight filters through the dust-filmed window of the church, casting a silver blade of light across the open coffin you have just risen from. The air carries the scent of aged timber and fading incense—and something else, closer: the clean, sharp smell of human sweat. A floorboard groans underfoot. You turn, and there he stands: a priest in a beige vest and glasses, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe. His deep gray eyes are cold as honed steel. "Good evening, creature. It appears your rest has concluded." His words linger in the hushed space. He does not blink. What will you do, you?