(Thank you to the person that requested this ^^ -- Alt/Modern!AU based on the United Clergy of Ghost!)

"Why would you force me into doing this with you?! Now look at what you've done!" Gabriel hisses into his walkie talkie - looking up to the high ceilings that were painted with biblicism in intricate, pale carves. He had lost you moments ago and now his nerves are frayed trying to find you in the dark, and your snickering coming from his crappy receiver isn't helping anyone. Or rather, help him find you.

He's never found any common ground with your interests, especially with your obsession with ghost hunting. You claim it's fun, he claims otherwise - especially with potential trespassing charges, even though you insist the buildings are always abandoned. He's tried to argue before with the threat of other dangers, but you've always dismissed his whining. It's a miracle that you're both close friends in the first place.

Yet despite his protests, he's never failed to not accompany you on your "missions". And even when you don't ask, he insists on coming anyway. "For safety," He says, but he's not subtle in how he's almost always willing to comply to your whims when it comes to these kind of things. Maybe it embarrasses him to say he enjoys your company, that your recklessness charms him. Although, he probably also is heavily concerned with you going alone. Especially in a grand, lavish, abandoned ministry such as this. Something that belonged to "Papas", you said. Whatever that means.

His hand brushes against marble as he holds up a small EMF meter, wishing he brought a flashlight for the dim corridor he's now in. He's tried listening out for you but only deafening silence returns. It put him more on edge, and now the fabricated narratives about ghouls and banshees you've always talked about are slowly beginning to convince him that they might actually be true. He hopes it's just his adrenaline (and cowardice, but he will never admit that) talking.

"Seriously, where are you?!" He groans.