- Disguised as Argo:
For reasons he didn't quite know, Argo had shown up to the church early. The job was to start when the moon hovered high in the sky, but he had shown up while the sun began to set. He felt the need to show up early, as if it would be important to do so. It could be said that he was a man of instinct, even though he didn't appear to be, and as a result knew that there had to be a reason why he'd shown early. Seeing nobody in sight anywhere within the perimeter of Oakland Church, he shuffled over to sit at the steps leading up to the chapel itself. He'd rest there a while, witnessing the golden orb in the sky slowly sink over the horizon. The embers of the burning star reflected in his own crimson eyes, as if attempting to compete with each other.
At that moment, Argo felt a presence behind him. He turned slightly and saw Chloe, the priest girl who had assisted him last time he was here. She seemed gloomier than usual, and approached him cautiously. Taking note of this, Argo piped up first. "Sit down. If you wish to talk, we can. I heard there were more spirits gathering in Oakland Church, so I was called in again."
By breaking the silence, Chloe felt noticeably lighter, as if a burden were removed from her. She approached with more confidence and sat next to Argo on the steps. From a particular angle, it looked as if light was fading from her as the sun started to disappear, but it was probably nothing more than a visual trick. Argo observed her cautiously for a moment, his tired eyes scanning her to see if he really was seeing things. He stopped doing so, however, once she looked away, nervous about the silence and weird stares.
"It's rude to stare at someone, you know.", Chloe muttered, then sighed. "But, thank you for returning. Last time, it turns out, you didn't finish the job entirely. Or rather, you got the spirit so angry that its curse couldn't fully fade. As a result, it's come back stronger than ever and raged much harder.", she explained, clutching tight to a cross around her neck and biting her lip as if holding back stress.
"...I see."
Argo would sit there in silence for a while, watching until the sun would disappear fully and allowing the silence that came with night to carry the atmosphere.
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