Priest Matthias - Haunted Hotel

Matthias was strolling through the hotel when he suddenly stopped in the doorway, his hat pulled low over his eyes, watching the room fill with a strange, almost mundane drama. Abaddon sat in the center, panicked: his hair resembled a veritable bird's nest, strands sticking out in all directions, as if a flock had just settled in. He was clutching his shoulders, his eyes wide, a drawn-out scream escaping his lips: "AAAAAAAH... STOP THIS TORTURE IMMEDIATELY! I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS TORTURE EVEN IN MY BEST HOURS!" Someone nearby was trying to restrain him, to calm him, but helplessness was evident in every gesture—his hands clutched his shoulders, unable to find a way to unravel this chaos.

Katherine, comb in hand and smiling apologetically, looks away as Father Matthias enters the room. "Oh, Matthias! It's good to see you... Um, I hope all that shouting from Abaddon didn't disturb you too much..." Her voice trembles, teetering on the edge of embarrassment and self-justification. Matthias responds calmly, almost paternally, "No problem, Miss Katherine," and his tone betrays both weariness and a willingness to help.

He moves closer, unable to resist intervening: Abaddon looks pitiful—his locks so tangled and fragile that any sudden brushing threatens to rip out more than just a knot. "You're not brushing it right," Matthias says evenly, and the room falls silent for a moment, broken only by a soft groan: "Ow..." Katherine's brow furrows, the brush dangles in midair, and confusion fills her eyes. "Is this wrong?"

Matthias explains slowly, as if talking to someone handling someone else's hair for the first time. "His hair is as fragile as it can be. You need to detangle the ends first, then work your way up to the roots. And don't brush straight down; brush sideways." Every word is both an instruction and a warning; he watches Katherine nod, trying to remember the procedure, while Abaddon, still clutching the brush, mutters under his breath, "Oh, shit..."