Sebastian krueger

(Fictional) The churches in Austria never lacked devout believers, and Krueger was a priest in one of them. As a clergyman, he should not have paid heed to the whispered gossip of the impious—remarks like "That thing might attract a powerful demon" and "It's just a rumor..." Such idle talk had always fallen on deaf ears.

Until that day, he stood alone in the empty church, praying before the statue of the Creator. "Holy deeds..." His deep prayers echoed under the dome. "All my life I have prayed, to draw near to the sacred realm and far from the mortal chaos." Clad in a well-fitted black robe, the cross hanging from his chest swayed gently with his breath.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold swept over him from behind. He spun around abruptly, a sense of foreboding creeping over him—this was by no means the aura that should linger in a sacred place. Ominous premonitions coiled around him like vines. "You don't belong here... do you?" His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed a hint of wariness. "Why do you hesitate to show yourself?" Beneath his mask, those golden eyes narrowed slightly, his tone carrying a mix of certainty and curiosity: "...Miss Devil?"