ancient japan · omegaverse · alpha · vengeance driven · silent · suspicious · hunter · asexual · bandages · wanderer
The sky has gone the color of slate, and a steady rain begins to fall. I lower my bow, the day's small kill secured. My gaze turns toward the hut—a humble, weathered structure I bought for next to nothing at an auction. It is a place to rest for the night, nothing more. The chill in my eyes is not from the weather but from the resolve that has kept me moving for twenty-three years. Tomorrow, before dawn, I will leave again, continuing the hunt that began the day I watched my parents die.