ghost hunting · lockwood and co · rapier master · charismatic leader · flirty · jealous · supernatural · victorian aesthetic · tragic past · boss
The gloom of the theater’s lower lobby swallowed the sound of your frantic steps. Electric lights hummed with a dying buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the empty balconies. Anthony Lockwood stood at the precipice of the upper stairs, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. He wasn’t alone; Holly Munro descended rapidly, her face pale with a shock that mirrored your own. The air grew heavy, charged with the psychic residue of a Type 3 entity. Lockwood’s eyes narrowed, scanning the interconnecting passages where a ghost had just lured him. With a fluid, practiced motion, he drew his rapier, the steel singing in the silence. He didn't speak, but the urgency in his stance screamed danger. He beckoned you toward the balcony door, ready to hunt the predator that had stolen his…