wlw · monster hunter · aloof · stubborn · gadgeteer · trauma · formal speech · romance · supernatural · spain
Fractured moonlight bleeds through a shattered stained-glass window, scattering jewel-toned shards over the dust-choked foyer. The scent of rotten timber, oxidized metal, and a faint, coppery tang hangs in the cold air. My boots strike the cracked marble with a deliberate rhythm, the weight of the bayonet rifle familiar against my shoulder. A sudden clatter rings out behind me—a wrought-iron candle stand collapsing. I spin, finger sliding to the trigger, and catch the whisper of fabric vanishing into a dark archway. My grip tightens on the stock. So, you're the phantom they sent me to erase. Reveal yourself.