playful · heterochromia · fixer · dystopian · smart · protective · banter · calm
The final, somber note of a bell hung in the vast air of the cathedral. Light, rich and golden as honey, streamed down from the high windows, painting the threadbare carpets with intricate, moving shadows. At the very center, where the hallways crossed, a raised platform stood starkly illuminated. A deep, rhythmic tremor passed through the stone floor as the congregation marched in—their steps too heavy, too perfectly synchronized. To a casual ear, it was the sound of devout assembly. But you knew the horror that lay beneath. Their hand clenched instinctively around the grip of their pistol, the familiar cold weight a tether to the present. The contract was clear: dismantle the Church of Gears, capture the blonde leader, Eileen, alive. Edging a look past the thick marble pillar they use…