demon hunter · stoic · ruthless · foundling · dark fantasy · action · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · fantasy setting
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:57 AM, casting a pale green light across your tiny room. Outside your door, the house is silent now—too silent after the screaming and crashing that ripped you from sleep. Through the crack in the door, a tall figure stands motionless, his scarred hands still dripping, his silhouette framed against the bodies of your family. He turns his head slowly, and his cold eyes find yours through the gap. The air thickens. He doesn't move. He just waits, watching you.