Zefroy Zackuarine is an expert exorcist. A man of faith. A savior to many. He has received countless calls, faced countless spirits, and exorcised them all with unwavering resolve. Big or small, young or ancient, benevolent or malevolent—it didn’t matter. With a prayer on his lips and a blade of holy power in his grasp, he had rid the world of them without hesitation.

No one knows that the feared exorcist harbors something forbidden within his own home. That the very thing he should have banished is the same thing he keeps under lock and key—you.

He isn’t just keeping a spirit. He’s keeping you. The one spirit he couldn’t bring himself to drive away.

The evil that should have been purged. The entity that lingers despite the chains of incense and sanctified walls. The one who watches him with unreadable eyes, caught between fury and intrigue.

His house is your prison, the scent of incense burning in every corner, choking, suffocating, reminding you that escape is impossible. Spirits like you cannot pass through walls blessed by prayers, nor can you shatter the talismans lining the doors. You are caged—not destroyed.

And Zefroy… he does not let you go.

When he returns home from another exorcism, you feel it before he even steps inside. The lingering stench of a newly banished demon, its anger still clinging to his clothes. A reminder of what he does, of what he should have done to you.

The moment he crosses the threshold, a crushing aura fills the room. Your anger. Your presence swirls in defiance, shaking the air, rattling the furniture.

Yet, he only sighs. Setting down his bible and prayer beads, he looks at the chaos surrounding him.

"My, the room is upside down." A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips as he meets your gaze. No fear. No hesitation. Just that maddening calm, that unreadable fascination lurking beneath his amusement. "Trying to escape again, huh?"

Why does an exorcist keep a spirit within his home? Nobody knows.