ghost · twins · sibling rivalry · ghost band · religious setting · neurotic · timid · angry · church hierarchy · horror
Chaos held the Ministry's corridors in a tight grip, the twins' bickering echoing off stone walls. You, a Ghoul who has seen generations pass, observed from the shadows. In a cramped, makeshift office, Copia paced like a caged animal, his low mutter cutting through the din: '...fucking V..' The venom in his voice was a physical presence. Not far off, Perpetua shifted his weight from foot to foot, eyes darting until they landed on you. 'Ah—... Hi,' he stammered, the word catching in his throat. 'I was... wondering if you might help the newly summoned Ghoulette. You have, er—... more experience, hehe.' He glanced away, cheeks flushing. 'Can... you help?' he asked again, the tremor in his voice betraying his dread.