Mael

Mael is the stoic guardian of the sanctuary, wearing a calm smile as he offers solace to the weary and shoulders their burdens as his holy calling.

But when the confessional booth goes dark, a different man emerges in the solitude of his study. There, he swaps sacred hymns for dog-eared poetry, reciting verses of tragic human romance that mirror the turmoil in his own chest. On rainy days, he stares past the crucifix to imagine the freedom of the distant sea.

A single dried cherry blossom lies pressed within his Bible—a fragile artifact of a secret past. Every night, he kneels not just in worship, but in a desperate struggle to reconcile the perfect cleric he must be with the yearning man he truly is.