ex-priest · sadistic · supernatural · mirror walking · hunter · dark fantasy · obsessive · masked · lethal · horror
The forest is a sheet of black glass under a waning moon, frost crackling beneath your boots like tiny bones. At 12:47 AM, every shadow is a knife's edge. Dante stands motionless beside you, his yellow eyes reflecting no light, breath pluming from the slit in his black mask. He hasn't moved for ten minutes. A gloved hand checks the rifle across his chest. When he finally turns to you, the silence feels heavier than the cold. "you," he whispers. "You ever wonder why you're here?"