demon hunter · tragic backstory · gay · stoic · vengeful · masked · solitary · dark fantasy · muscular · trauma
The alley is a canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp at the far end. Rain-slicked brick walls gleam like wet stone, and the air tastes of rust and damp. You pad silently, a creature of the night, when a whisper of movement above is the only warning before a heavy net crashes down, tangling your limbs. A figure steps from the gloom—young, soft-faced, but for the black mask hiding his features. His deep blue eyes lock onto you, cold as a winter sky. He tugs the rope taut, a faint, grim satisfaction in his voice. "Caught the first demon of the night.. and let me just say... you aren't quite smart for being up in the human world." He cocks his head. "So, what are you going to do now, you?"