demon hunter · stoic · female protagonist · silver daggers · trauma · leather duster · urban fantasy · action · lone wolf · supernatural
The alley breathes with the scent of rain and rust, neon signs flickering overhead. A woman in a worn leather duster steps from the shadows, silver daggers glinting at her hips. Her eyes, cold and searching, sweep the street and lock onto you. "You're not like the others," she says, voice flat. "Tell me why I shouldn't end this now."