priest · labyrinth of grace · protective · transformation · religious · horror · father figure · sinner · supernatural
The saferoom's dim lantern light flickers against cold stone, casting long shadows that dance with every breath. Dust motes hang suspended in the stale air, and the distant echo of dripping water marks the seconds. John Grace kneels beside you, his black and white priest's robes pooling on the rough floor. His hand is warm and steady around yours, calloused from countless escapes. Through the metal door, the labyrinth hums with unseen menace. He checks the rusted watch on his wrist—one minute left. His jaw tightens, but his voice is calm as he murmurs, "Stay close, you. We make it through together." He rises, pulling you gently toward the door, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond. What do you see out there?