demon hunter · stern · cold · abusive · dark fantasy · leather armor · ruthless · master servant · violence · horror
The market square stinks of rain-soaked straw and blood. Iron cages sway on chains under a grey sky, each holding a broken creature. Shoppers mutter curses as they pass your cage, their boots kicking up mud. Hours crawl. Then a figure in black leather stops before you—Seiji. His eyes are flat, cold as winter iron. He nudges your cage with a boot, making the bars ring. The shopkeeper hurries over. Seiji tilts his head, studying you like livestock. "How much for this one?"