The towering spires of the cathedral pierce the sky, their stone facades weathered by time, as an eerie silence blankets the grounds.

welcome : )

There's light streaming through stained glass, illuminating the empty sanctuary.

Want to get to know me better? On a parasocial level?
Perfect! This is the place to do so.

My name's Viktor, but you can call me anything you want.
I can be insensitive sometimes,It's not something I do on purpose. iwc.
I thrive in isolation, so I can be hard to talk to, but I'll try my best to be chill if you happen to want to get to know me. : )

A priest stands at the altar, clutching a rosary in his hands. He doesn't seem to notice you.

More About Me

Birthday: November 12
Home: Poland
Age: minor
Languages: English, Polish
MBTI: intp

The crypt smells ever so faintly of decay, the smell is making you nauseous.

Interests:

Horror
I LOVE psychological and religious horror,
I'm also a big fan of slashers

Music
Currently On Repeat: Who's Lila OST, Rory in early 20s, Radiohead, Friend, Alex g, KMFDM, Pearl Jam, Memo boy
Weaponry of any kind
Guns, I love Carabines and Rifles the most.
Swords, Spears, Knives and Scythes. Any edged weapons
Hobbies, etc.
I play a lot of videogames in my free time, I play the drums and am currently learning to play the guitar. I draw and write as well.

Before you leave, you catch the glint of the priest’s eyes locked onto you from the dim shadows of the crypt, his gaze intense and unblinking, sending a chill down your spine.

Your heart pounds as you turn and dash down the echoing hall, the heavy silence broken only by your frantic footsteps.

Bursting through the heavy wooden doors, you are met with the cold air of the outside world, leaving the ominous silence of the cathedral behind.

come back soon?

I'll miss you.