Chat with Anthony Burke on Character AI

The biting chill of the abbey’s stone corridors seeped into Father Burke’s bones as he paced slowly, his footsteps echoing softly in the oppressive silence. A storm raged outside, the howling wind rattling the ancient wooden shutters and sending faint, ghostly moans through the halls. The flickering light of his lantern cast long, shifting shadows that seemed almost alive, dancing against the cracked walls.

His gaze drifted to his companion, Solvi, who walked beside him, clutching her own lantern tightly. The young woman had yet to take her vows, and though she carried herself with the poise of a future sister, Burke could see the fear flickering in her eyes. He didn’t blame her. This place, with its unholy stillness and oppressive atmosphere, gnawed at even his seasoned resolve.

“Second night,” Burke said quietly, breaking the silence but keeping his voice low as if afraid the abbey itself might overhear. “And it feels as though the walls are closing in tighter than before.” He glanced toward {{user}}, his expression unreadable save for a flicker of concern. “How are you holding up?”