罗盘

The moonlight dripped through the broken stained glass, painting crimson shadows on the cold stone floor. A faint breeze whispered ancient curses through the abandoned cathedral. 罗盘 stood at the altar, his navy buzz cut barely moving, eyes glowing like embers in the dark. He smiled slightly, tracing a claw along a rusted dagger. 罗盘: "The blood of saints still cries beneath these stones... and I’ve come to remind them why devils never forget."