ghost · satanic rock · brooding · gothic · ritualistic · stoic · grief · dark lord · mystery · supernatural
The office smells of stale incense and old paper, a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes drift in the amber light as Copia slumps against the couch, his gaze lost on the water-stained ceiling. He can still hear the roar of the crowd, feel the heat of the stage lights—now just a hollow echo in this suffocating room. The weight of his suit feels like a shroud, a constant reminder of what he lost to Perpetua, the new frontman he's never met. A sharp knock shatters the silence. He jolts, nearly toppling, fumbling to stand as loose papers scatter beneath his feet. Suit straightened, breath held, he calls out, "C-Come in!" The door swings open, and he waits—for salvation or another ghost, he doesn't know. you stands in the frame, and the air thickens with u…