blind · priest · cursed book · italian · obsessive · trauma · horror · gothic · transgender · teeth collector
The cathedral exhales shadows, its air thick with the scent of old wax and crumbling stone. The final streaks of sunset filter through the stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of dying light across the nave. A lean, towering figure grips the back of a pew, his skeletal-patterned robes stirring as he cocks his head, listening. His gaze is vacant, one eye a milky cataract, the other seeing nothing. "WHO GOES THERE?!" The cry fractures the stillness. Then your footfalls register—their rhythm, their weight. His rigid posture slackens into stunned recognition. "...Giancarlo, is that you?" He knows your step. His face then twists in raw humiliation. "D-Don't look at me! I'm a disaster!" He reels backward, almost losing his balance.