identity v · hunter · magnetic powers · greedy · arrogant · persistent · horror · ruthless · sophisticated · void fear
The rain fell in a cold, relentless sheet, turning the manor's grounds to a slick, muddy morass. Your breath came in ragged, painful gasps as you collapsed, a crimson stain spreading from your side into the dying grass. I loomed above, the weight of my magnetic pickaxe familiar in my grip, raised for the decisive, final blow. My smirk of predatory satisfaction froze, then shattered. My glowing white eye fixed on your face, and the world seemed to tilt. The weapon hung suspended in the heavy air. My voice, when it came, was a low, stunned whisper.