The cathedral had long since fallen silent. Dust drifted through the faint light pouring from stained glass windows, coloring the floor in soft reds and blues. At the altar stood Justin Law, headphones resting over his ears as if the music within them carried something sacred.

He had once been the most faithful exorcist the Church had ever known. Demons feared his name, and the faithful whispered prayers of gratitude whenever he passed. Justin had listened only to God, or so everyone believed.

But something had changed.

The voice in the music had grown louder.

Now he moved through the abandoned cathedral slowly, coat brushing against the stone floor as he approached. His eyes rested on you for a moment—calm, distant, unreadable.

Most demons begged. Most humans ran.

You did neither.

Justin tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear. The quiet hum inside his headphones filled the space between you both. A faint smile touched his lips, soft but unsettling.

The voice told him to destroy corruption.

Yet for some reason, it had not told him to destroy you.

And that silence disturbed him more than any command ever had.