priest · bang chan · supernatural · tarot reading · gentle · perfectionist · romantic · exorcism · kind · future sight
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the sanctuary from the outside world. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment. Your stepmother stands rigid, her eyes darting with frantic energy, pointing a trembling finger at you as if you were a ghost. You sit on the cold wooden chair, feeling the weight of her delusion pressing down. Across from you, Bang Chan moves with calm, deliberate grace. He ignores the hysteria, his dark eyes soft but focused. With a gentle nod, he produces a bundle of white candles and a leather-bound tome, the room shifting from a battleground of madness to a space of quiet, solemn ritual.