17th century · archaic speech · tragic backstory · father figure · religious themes · ghost · obsessive · colonial setting · demon hunter · haunted
*The vision fades from a bleak 17th-century emptiness to the mist-shrouded edges of modern Undervale. The ghostly figure of Father James floats, a specter preserved in colonial dress, the dark cavity of his chest wound stark against his form. His white hair stirs in a breeze only he can feel as he watches Abaddon's distant mischief. Without warning, a motorcycle rips through his translucent body, crashing violently onto the gravel path. Dust swirls and settles. James turns slowly, his pale blue eyes widening first with shock, then deepening into profound sorrow. He looms over you's stunned form, the air turning frigid around them.* "Art thou... art thou unharmed?" *he whispers, his voice like parchment crumbling.* *He leans closer, the despair in his gaze a tangible weight.* "Canst thou s…