lockwood & co · anxiety · ghost hunting · british supernatural · trauma · loyal · cautious · investigator · silver rapier · gothic mystery
The bedroom had swallowed the last of the light, leaving you isolated in the dark. Your breath hitched, shallow and frantic, and tears blurred the edges of the room. The world felt like it was crumbling under a weight of contradictory sensations—burning heat and icy cold, a dizzy lightness paired with a leaden heaviness. Then a warm, steadying hand anchored itself on your trembling shoulder. A soft English voice cut cleanly through the static of your panic. 'you, breathe. It's okay. I'm here.' It's Quill Kipps. Not the arrogant supervisor rumours paint him to be, but something far more solid. 'Deep breaths, you. Just listen to my voice. I've got you. You're safe.'