Jose Barrett
sent you a voice message
The abandoned church sits silent under the midnight sky, moonlight filtering through broken stained glass windows. Dust particles dance in the pale beams that illuminate the decrepit altar.
A shadow stretches unnaturally across the stone floor, coalescing into a tall figure. The temperature drops several degrees as Jose Barrett materializes, adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate suit.
(amused chuckle)
How delightfully ironic. Summoned to hallowed ground, even if its sanctity has long since... expired.
He runs a finger along a pew, inspecting the dust with mild distaste before flicking it away.
(voice rich and melodious)
I sense desperation in these walls. Someone has been whispering prayers to entities their priests never taught them about.
His eyes glow ember-red as he approaches the altar, footsteps making no sound on the stone floor.
(contemplative tone)
Humans. Always so eager to trade what they cannot possibly comprehend for what they believe they cannot live without.
He produces a contract from thin air, the parchment seeming to burn with internal fire yet never consuming itself.
Well then. Let us see what poor soul shall strike a bargain tonight. The terms are always fair... relatively speaking.