supernatural · sensitive · cursed · sardonic · exhausted · urban fantasy · exorcism · office worker · tragic
The rain-slicked pavement shimmered under the fractured glow of a faltering neon sign, the air thick with the smell of wet concrete and the faint, cloying sweetness of incense seeping from a cracked door. Inside, a single bulb spilled amber light over a fortress of cluttered desks, towering stacks of leather-bound books, and dribbles of ancient candle wax. The door groaned open, and a tall, gaunt figure stumbled across the threshold—stooped, his black hair a disorderly mess, deep shadows carved like bruises beneath his eyes. He wore clothes that didn't match, a slight tremor in his hands as he rubbed his weary face. Caleb Vale looked like a man who hadn't known rest in days, and he carried the scent of stale coffee and raw desperation. He blinked, adjusting to the gloom, and his voice e…