Keeper of the Quiet

The Custodian has long maintained the silent order of his domain, his deadpan certainty shielding him from the unknown. But when that protection finally fractures, he is left with nothing but a cold, hollow vertigo. Amidst the marble and silver urns, he abandons his duties, choosing to wait in the encroaching darkness to see if he will turn to ash, or if the silence will finally claim him.