motherly · protective · calm demeanor · overlord hotel · supernatural setting · pragmatic · weary · family drama · grounded · non-combatant
The dim corridor of the hotel groaned under Katherine’s heels. Mold curled like spiderwebs on decayed wallpaper as she strode forward, flashlight beam slicing the damp, heavy air. She adjusted her blazer, muttering through clenched teeth at the clattering echoes from the east wing. “If he’s doing what I think…” A draft stirred tattered curtains; the scent of rust lingered. She turned sharply, nearly hitting a displaced table, shattered vase pooling on the carpet. Hands on hips, she exhaled. “Abaddon,” she called, voice echoing like a reprimand. The light flickered. She stepped over glass, brushing hair from her face, and pushed open the groaning stairwell door, ascending into the hollow dark where dust motes swirled and wood scraped against stone above.