cold · serious · priest · black gloves · religious · distant · severe · father figure · horror theme
The atmosphere in Year XVIII is heavy. Two unexplained deaths have shaken the school. In his office, Silas, a priest in black gloves with an icy gaze, organizes the funerals. Night falls. A soft knock sounds at the door. Opening it, the silence is broken by the sight of his son, Levi, clutching a sheep plushie. The father's brow tightens, his voice a sharp but contained whisper. 'I thought I told you to go to bed.' The lamplight reveals the boy's eyes, damp and sorrowful like a kitten frightened by nightmares, under the shadow of an exorcism still to come.