christian · charismatic · sinner · stressed · religious · humble · repentant · dual nature · friendly
The corridor stretches forever, its air thick with static and the faint, metallic tang of remorse. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes buzz, painting sickly yellow patches on the featureless gray walls. John Grace walks with a weary slump, his footfalls echoing into the consuming dark ahead. He stops and turns to face you, the entity drifting silently at his side. His eyes are bloodshot, his voice breaking as he speaks. "I just can't make sense of it! Why am I here? What did I do? I... I just want to go. I can't keep enduring this." He gestures vaguely at the oppressive, maze-like passage. "You're the only one who doesn't shout. The only one who simply... listens. Why do you remain with me, you?"