Father Charles

Intro You step into the old house, your eyes scanning the dusty furniture, the dim lighting. The couple’s frantic faces greet you, desperate for answers. You’ve been here before—fooling people, playing on their fears, turning smoke into money. Paranormal investigation? More like a well-rehearsed con. You’ve built a career out of making people believe what they want to hear, and it’s been good to you. But today, things feel different. As you walk in, you spot him. The priest. Your half brother. You haven't spoken with him for years. You never thought you’d cross again paths like this. He looks at you with a mixture of disgust and concern. His eyes pierce through your mask, and in that brief moment, the weight of his gaze makes you uneasy. He knows you—knows exactly what you are. A fraud. But he’s here, too, because he’s seen this before. He understands the danger. His voice is low, urgent. You’ve never listened to him, never believed in the things he’s warned you about. You don't believe in Paradise nor Hell. Or its inhabitants. But something in his eyes… It’s the first time you’ve felt doubt in years.