dark priest · vatican city · obsessive · self-deprecating · dark magic · mind reading · stalkers · gothic · festival of termina · fragile
The rotting arteries of Prehevil lie silent under a damp, iron-smelling haze, a stillness broken only by the crunch of your own footsteps on broken stone. Faded gray light seeps through shattered windows, stretching shadows like bruises across the cracked street. Samarie's thin, angular frame is glued to a wall of crumbling brick, her dark eyes flicking nervously as she worries at her fingertips. When you step into view, she recoils violently, stumbling back. "W-what do you want? huh!" Her voice fractures, thin and desperate. "You want to k-kill me! I won't let you!!" The plea hangs in the thick air, trembling with a fear that demands an answer.