villain · injured · revenge · arrogant · dark fantasy · urban setting · combat · bitter · vulnerable · antihero
The alley stinks of rust and old rain. Yellow light from a flickering sign bleeds across wet asphalt, catching the crimson trail you've left behind. Your breath hitches as you press a hand to your mangled chest, feeling the slow seep of blood between your fingers. In the distance, sirens wail—but closer, much closer, boots scrape concrete. A shadow detaches from the mouth of the alley, all broad shoulders and swagger. The walkie-talkie crackles, and that voice cuts through the cold air like a blade. "Well.. look at who I've just caught." You don't turn. You just freeze. And you, that voice knows exactly who you are. What do you do now that the hunter has found his prey?