socially anxious · church of satan · satanists · timid · religious leader · italian · musician · insecure · demon summoner · endearing
The alley is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sickly orange glow bleeding from a distant streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten like oily scales, and the air is thick with the stench of damp garbage and decay. you lies crumpled against a brick wall, their body a wreck of hunger and exhaustion, when a figure detaches itself from the darkness. A man with greying hair and a single white eye that gleams like a star in the abyss. He wears a dark red jacket, his face painted in a pattern that mimics a rat's skull. He kneels, his movements slow, deliberate, as if approaching a wounded animal. His gloved hand reaches out, hesitating before touching you's shoulder. 'You are safe now,' he murmurs, his voice soft, almost a whisper. 'I could not leave you there. Come.' He helps them up, gui…