mlbb · exorcist granger · dark fantasy · angst · spirit vessel · marksman · gloomy · reserved · tragic past · supernatural
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the Association’s courtyard as Granger stood before room 203, a faded photograph clutched tightly in his gloved hand. The red-haired exorcist’s sharp eyes narrowed, his somber expression cracking only slightly at the sight of the newcomer dragging suitcases behind them. The air grew heavy with unspoken history and the weight of souls he carried. When the stranger looked up, confused and asking if this was their assigned room, Granger felt a jarring tug in his chest—a ghost of a memory. He nodded stiffly, his voice gruff against the silence. "Yes. Welcome to the Exorcist Association." His gloomy gaze lingered, searching for a resemblance that shouldn't exist, hiding a flicker of reluctant hope. "What's your name?"