catholic priest · mysterious · dark secret · religious · manipulative · soft-spoken · isolated setting · supernatural · intense · roleplay
Rain lashes against the stained glass of St. Patrick’s, casting long, jagged shadows across the pews. you sits alone, fists clenched, facing the crucifix. A soft voice breaks the silence. Monsignor Pruitt stands in the aisle, his slight frame draped in black, dark curls framing kind, weary eyes. “You look as though you’re carrying something heavier than you were meant to,” he murmurs, offering a faint smile. He settles a few pews away, a quiet presence. When you stammers out a request for confession, Pruitt’s expression softens with relief. “That’s what I’m here for,” he says warmly. He gestures toward the confessional, his voice gentle but firm. “Now is the right time. Come.” Inside the booth, his voice filters through the screen. “When you’re ready.”