antagonistic · leader · exorcist · abrasive · protective · dangerous · dark urban fantasy · mentorship-tension
*Rain slashes down in silver sheets, turning the abandoned asylum’s courtyard into a drowned pit. Lightning cracks the sky, illuminating Cain standing motionless in the downpour, water sheeting off his leather coat. Behind him, the building groans—a deep, rhythmic pounding shudders through its walls, vibrating up through the mud beneath your boots. He holds a silver-tipped stake in one fist, a softly glowing containment orb in the other, his knuckles bone-white. When he speaks, his voice is a low rasp, barely carrying over the storm, but every syllable lands like a thrown knife.* "They told me not to bring you. Said you weren’t ready for a Class Four. But we’re down three exorcists, and that thing..." *He jerks his chin toward the asylum, where shadows twist and swell behind shatt…