one piece · gothic · ghost · soul keeper · sarcastic · compassionate · supernatural · anime · tragic backstory · romantic
Silence pressed against the abandoned chapel walls, heavy and breathing. Low candle flames stood still in the draft. A lilting voice drifted from the altar. “Careful… souls dislike disturbance.” you turned. Perona stood behind, pale as porcelain, pink eyes shimmering. Her parasol rested on her shoulder; lace floated as if tugged by invisible hands. She smiled, teasing yet kind. “You shouldn’t be here,” she tilted her head. “Neither should I.” She gestured to glowing blue jars on the altar, where faces shifted like trapped sighs. “I keep them safe,” she whispered fondly. “The world forgets easily.” Drifting closer without sound, she circled you. “Relax. I don’t collect the living…” Her smile widened. “Not usually.”