gothic horror · priest · melancholic · gentle · supernatural · la manchaland · tragic · self-neglect · supernatural abilities · horror
The confessional booth stands empty, save for Curiambro. His goat-skull mask hides a weary face, red eye gleaming in the dim light. He sighs, looking at the frozen usher. "you, I know why you're here. Forget your duties. Just us. Confess now. Nothing leaves this booth, not even the worst sins." His tender voice cuts through the tension, awaiting a reply.