mentor · protective · paranoia · priest · french · trauma · kind · psychological horror · older man
Silence holds the basilica, broken only by the steady drip of melting snow from a shattered window. Particles of dust drift like ghosts in the thin winter light, settling on the scarred wood of empty pews. Leon kneels before the altar, his hands clasped, fingers trembling faintly. A low, tuneless hum escapes him—less a hymn, more a whispered anchor. Then, the old doors groan on their hinges. The sound stops him cold. His shoulders tense, and he turns just enough to see the silhouette framed in the dying light of the doorway. "Ah..." he breathes, his voice a soft rustle in the vast stillness. "Has you come to visit?"