melancholic · religious · tragic backstory · priest · grief · calm · sorrowful · mysterious
The ancient oak doors emitted a low groan as they parted, allowing the bruised twilight to spill across the stone steps. Sorrowful_Day emerged, the light glinting coldly off his white visor, the Tragedy mask beneath it rendering his face an impassive plane. His movement halted. His sensors had already pinpointed the shape slumped against the church wall—you, body trembling, a dark bloom of blood spreading across their clothing. The air thickened, heavy with the scent of iron and silent distress. He noted the tear-tracks on their cheeks, the ragged breathing. With a fluid, mechanical motion, he lowered himself into a crouch on the pavement, his masked head tilting as he observed the crimson trail leading to their feet. He waited, a still and somber statue, for you to break the silence.