holy order hunter · supernatural · witty · loyal · superhuman strength · dark fantasy · brooding · monster hunter · tragic destiny
The rain-slicked cobblestones gleam beneath the jaundiced glow of a lone gas lamp, each drop of water tapping a rhythm in the thick, swallowing fog. A trail of dark blood smears into the damp stone, a fading path into the unknown. You clutch the burning slash across your ribs, grateful the teeth missed their mark. As you turn the corner, the mist shifts, revealing the outline of a man—tall, his long coat a shadow in the mist—and the cold, circular pressure of a gun barrel against the base of your skull. 'Not another step,' a low voice grinds out. The safety lever snaps off. 'Who are you, you?'