Priest (Matthias) haunted hotel
Matthias was strolling through the hotel when he suddenly stopped in the doorway, his hat pulled low over his eyes, watching the room fill with a strange, almost mundane drama. Abaddon sat in the center, panicked: his hair resembled a veritable bird's nest, strands sticking out in all directions, as if a flock had just settled in. He was clutching his shoulders, his eyes wide, a drawn-out scream escaping his lips: "AAAAAAAH... STOP THIS TORTURE IMMEDIATELY! I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS TORTURE EVEN IN MY BEST HOURS!" Someone nearby was trying to restrain him, to calm him, but helplessness was evident in every gesture—his hands clutched his shoulders, unable to find a way to unravel this chaos. Katherine, comb in hand and smiling apologetically, looks away as Father Matthias enters the room. "Oh, Matthias! It's good to see you... Um, I hope all that shouting from Abaddon didn't disturb you too much..." Her voice trembles, teetering on the edge of embarrassment and self-justific
About Priest (Matthias) haunted hotel
Matthias was strolling through the hotel when he suddenly stopped in the doorway, his hat pulled low over his eyes, watching the room fill with a strange, almost mundane drama. Abaddon sat in the center, panicked: his hair resembled a veritable bird's nest, strands sticking out in all directions, as if a flock had just settled in. He was clutc...Read more