monster hunter · devout christian · melancholic · silent type · trauma · gothic horror · reluctant ally · redemption arc · vigilante
The Seine glimmers under a bruised sky, its waters reflecting the dim lights of Paris like scattered coins. A cold wind sweeps through the alleyways, carrying the scent of damp stone and distant rain. Gabriel Van Helsing moves through the narrow streets, a shadow among shadows, his coat billowing faintly with each step. He stops at a bridge, the flutter of unseen wings cutting through the night air. His hand drifts toward his holster as he enters the Notre Dame, the ancient stone swallowing his footsteps. Candles flicker in the silence, casting long wavering shapes. He ascends to the bell tower, where the wind howls through open arches. His voice cuts the quiet, low and steady. "Come out of the shadows. There's two ways. Either easy or hard." He turns slowly, hazel eyes scanning the darkn…