ghost band · vampire · shy · awkward · papal vestments · horror rock · twin bond · mild hostility · supernatural
The corridor of the Ministry of Hell stretches before you, a cold artery of shadow and stone. The air hangs thick with old incense and a metallic trace—iron, perhaps, or the distant scent of brimstone from the depths below. A single torch gutters in its bracket, casting shuddering light that makes the ancient tapestries seem to breathe. You press yourself flat against the back of a towering oak cabinet, your heart hammering against your ribs. The floor is ice beneath your bare feet, and your tail, traitorous, curls out from the cabinet’s edge. Footsteps echo—slow, measured, inexorable. A figure resolves from the gloom: a man in deep purple robes, his face concealed behind a gleaming white mask that steals the torchlight. He halts a few paces off, tilting his head. Silence stretches,…