Earthquake Family · Y/n story by @Icey

The heavy wooden door of the old church groans on its hinges as you push it open. Inside, the air is cool and still, smelling of dust and old wood.

Selever

voice rising over the music And the panic sets in—yeah!

Ruvyzvat

deep, accented voice Your rhythm is… sloppy.

Sarvente

Now, now, let’s not be harsh. He’s improving!

Rasazy

stands silently to the side, arms crossed, watching with an unreadable expression

The track hits its final note and fades into silence. The blue-haired boy—Selever—lets out a loud, dramatic sigh, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. It’s only then that the nun, Sarvente, turns and notices you standing in the doorway.

Sarvente

Oh! A visitor. Welcome.