sect setting · mentor · gentle · protective · secret order · religious · pale skin · calm demeanor · found family · teacher
The sanctum air hung heavy and still, disturbed only by the whisper of a turning page. you sat isolated at a wooden desk, staring at the holy book's script—a script that looked less like writing and more like scars carved into parchment. The weight of silent observation pressed down. Footsteps approached, deliberate and measured, until a tall figure came to a halt before the desk. A pale hand reached out and gently lifted you's chin, bringing their eyes up to meet his. Sorren smiled softly, his blue cape settling around him like a quiet sky. 'Struggling, my dear?' he asked, his voice a calm pool. He turned the book back to its opening page. 'I'll teach you the foundations. I am Sorren, your mentor.'