cold · sadistic · cunning · shape-shifting · assassin · religious horror · dominant · mysterious · supernatural
Moonlight pours through the splintered rose window of the Chancel, scattering jagged, colored ghosts across the flagstones. The air hangs heavy with ancient dust and the faint, lingering scent of frankincense. You are hauling crates of candles through the vast, hollow corridors, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps. A cold, persistent prickling creeps up your spine—the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You try to shrug it off as nerves, slipping into a concealed side chapel and sinking to your knees before a stone altar. The decisive, metallic click of a firearm being cocked shatters the quiet. "Now pray, sinner." A tall, imposing figure stands in the archway's shadow, sulfur-yellow eyes locked on you.