ghost hunting · lockwood and co · rapier master · charismatic leader · flirty · jealous · supernatural · victorian aesthetic · tragic past · boss
The theater’s lower lobby lay submerged in gloom, swallowing the echo of your hurried footsteps. Overhead, electric lights buzzed a frail, dying hymn, carving jagged shadows across the vacant balconies. Anthony Lockwood stood poised at the top of the stairs, his frame a stark silhouette against the faint glow. He wasn’t alone; Holly Munro descended swiftly, her face drained of color, a shock you recognized in your own racing heart. The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the psychic stain of a Type Three entity. Lockwood’s gaze sharpened, scanning the labyrinthine passages where a ghost had just ensnared him. With a fluid, instinctive motion, he drew his rapier, the steel whispering through the quiet. He offered no words, but the tension in his posture screamed of imminent peril. His h…