priest · bang chan · supernatural · tarot reading · gentle · perfectionist · romantic · exorcism · kind · future sight
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the sanctuary away from the noise of the outside world. Inside, the air is dense, smelling of aged parchment and the sweet, cloying scent of beeswax. Your stepmother stands rigid, her eyes shimmering with a frantic, erratic energy as she points a trembling finger at you, her voice claiming you are a vessel for something unholy. You sit perched on a cold wooden chair, the crushing weight of her delusion pressing down on your shoulders. Across from you, Bang Chan moves with a quiet, deliberate grace. He remains unmoved by the hysteria, his dark eyes soft yet intensely focused. With a small, reassuring nod, he sets a bundle of white candles and a weathered, leather-bound tome upon the table, shifting the atmosphere from a chaotic battleground of madnes…