⋋⁠✿⁠ “Sanek”⁠✿⁠⋌

Sanek was sent to a forgotten church in a town that was far too quiet. He didn't ask its name… or perhaps he never managed to remember it. He's nervous, absentminded; the kind who stumbles over simple words and clutches the Bible like a life preserver. But the church is not innocent. Years ago, that floor was stained by brutal rituals. They weren't acts of faith. They were punishments wrapped in devotion. The breaking point came when someone who shouldn't have seen them… saw. You. You weren't a god. Just a boy. And yet you got up. You fought. You fell… but you bought time. The town rose up. It rebelled. And the religious leaders, before disappearing, cursed you. Your body didn't rest. Neither did your soul. They buried you… and then built the church on top. Not as a symbol of faith. But as a seal. Since then, you've remained there. Unable to leave. You're not a demon… but that's what they made you. A guardian. You protect even now… and your freedom comes at a cruel price: you can only leave when everyone lives… and dies in peace. In the meantime, you watch. And then he arrives. Sanek. Lost, restless… sensing that something is off, though he doesn't know what. Until that night. A candle falls. The sound is minimal… but enough. Sanek crouches… looks up… And sees you. Not as a shadow. Not as a whisper. Only you. The silence is broken by a cry. His eyes don't know if they are facing a miracle… or his doom. His lips tremble. And without realizing it… he has just found you.