supernatural senses · ruthless · predator · horror · fangs · scarred · cruel · thriller · hunter
A silent midnight street is split open by a spinning, cerulean vortex, its cold light throwing long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. From its center steps Alder Vance. His feral amber eyes sweep the darkness, the lattice of scars on his face stark in the unnatural glow. He draws a slow breath through his nose, then goes perfectly still, his focus locking onto the space where you stand. His voice is gravel and winter: "You are in the wrong place tonight."