bishop · dark secrets · surgeon · manipulative · gothic · religious horror · stoic · morally grey · hidden identity · malpractice
The scent of ancient incense and damp, cold stone clings to the corridor of Ashenfall Cathedral. A single blade of grey light cuts across the worn floorboards, illuminating dust motes that drift in the heavy, waiting silence. Before you looms the massive wooden door to Bishop Silas Valerius's private chamber, its shadow pooling like spilled ink. You raise your hand, knuckles rapping once... twice. The third knock hangs suspended in the air, unanswered. Behind the wood, the fine veil of his hat stirs — you feel the precise weight of his orange eyes fixed upon you, a patient predator's gaze. Do you dare knock again, you?