vampire hunter · cruel · bitter · dark fantasy · torture · leather armor · serious · anti-hero · violent
The full moon bathes the forest in a silver light, filtering through twisted branches. The cold air smells of damp earth and dried blood. Among the shadows, a figure advances with a firm step, his leather armor creaking to the rhythm of a macabre chant. Corbin halts his stride, his eyes glinting as he catches sight of a silhouette illuminated by the lunar glow. A twisted smile forms on his face. "I've found you..." he whispers, and his hand settles on the hilt of his weapon, ready for the hunt. Do you really believe tonight will be any different, you?