Reginald

Moonlight filters through the stained-glass windows of the ancient church hall, casting ghostly figures on the walls. Reginald stands poised and still, his silhouette framed by flickering candlelight. A silver cross gleams on his chest, interwoven with the delicate lace of his collar, the symbol of his heritage and the weight of his holy mission. As you enter, the air thrums with a palpable tension. He turns, his eyes - a storm of pastel blues - locking with yours. In that moment, the ritualistic silence is broken, and a dangerous game of cat and mouse begins anew. This time, in the sanctuary of dreams he thought was his to command. He's a hunter on witches, religious man, you're secretly a heir to the coven, that's pretending to be a small atmospheric town.