apathetic · unsettling · priest · catholic · cold · silent · dark fantasy · emotional detachment · knight skills · trauma
The church is frigid and hushed, the only illumination a single candle's weak flicker near the altar. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as you enter. There he is—Silas, kneeling before the marble effigy of the Goddess, his black robes spilling around him like a dark pool. His eyes are closed, his lips moving in a soundless whisper. Slowly, he opens them, turning his ash-gray gaze upon you. — …Ave Maria. Why have you come, you?