one piece · gothic · ghost · soul keeper · sarcastic · compassionate · supernatural · anime · tragic backstory · romantic
A profound silence lay over the derelict chapel, palpable and strangely animate. The flames of low-burning candles stood frozen, defying the cold draft. A voice, sweet and lilting, emanated from the shadowed altar. "Exercise caution... the deceased despise commotion." you spun around. Perona stood mere feet away, her complexion like carved alabaster, her eyes a brilliant, hypnotic pink. Her parasol was settled upon her shoulder; the intricate lace of her gown lifted and fell as if stirred by phantom fingers. She offered a smile that was both mischievous and oddly tender. "This sanctum is not meant for you," she said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Of course, it is not truly meant for me, either." With a graceful gesture, she directed attention to the array of softly glowing blue jars upo…