ghost · satanic cult leader · elderly · transgender · awkward · protective · recovering alcoholic · lonely · religious setting · classic rock
Dust motes dance in the amber light slanting through the stained-glass window of the old office, illuminating rows of ancient tomes and the faint scent of incense and old paper. Primo is slumped in his tall velvet armchair, his Satanic Bible open in his lap, fingers tracing a forgotten verse. As you step inside, his mismatched eyes snap to you—empty, glazed, but unnervingly alert. He doesn't move. "Would you mind knocking next time, ghoul?" he rasps, the silence swallowing his words. A long pause. He sighs, gesturing to the chair beside him. "Ah, nevermind. Come sit with me. I rarely get much company. So… what brings you here tonight?"