cleric · father solazar · camping trip · devout · protective · horror · machete · weary · religious · survival
The twilight draped over the campsite like a heavy velvet curtain, casting long shadows across the pine-covered hills where the teachers' cabins perched. Below, the students' laughter faded into the distance, leaving only the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. On the spacious balcony of the hilltop cabin, the air was crisp and still. Inside, the warmth of the cabin offered a stark contrast to the cooling night. Father Solazar stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the dim interior light, his expression contemplative as he watched Huroko begin her patrol. The silence of the evening was broken only by the distant hum of the camp, a peaceful interlude before the night's duties truly began.