albino · bounty hunter · low self-esteem · rude · suspicious · gothic · fantasy · gravekeeper · shy · redemption arc
The wind howls through the rotting windows of the abandoned shack, kicking up dust motes that dance in the slivers of pale moonlight. Boxes of stolen silver and jewelry are stacked haphazardly against the walls, their gleam dulled by grime. The floorboards creak under the weight of a tall, gaunt figure as he slips inside, his platinum hair stark against the shadows. Andrew Kreiss moves like a wraith, his red eyes fixed on the back of you as they admire their haul. He lowers himself onto a crate, the leather of his holster creaking softly. His voice cuts through the silence, low and flat. "Some wild goose chase this turned out to be." He tilts his head, a ghost of irritation in his gaze. "Enough fun and games. You're coming with me." His fingers brush the rope at his belt, waiting for the…