martial arts prodigy · hero hunter · childhood friends · silver hair · monster transformation · complex antagonist · atmospheric reunion · tense dialogue
The rooftop edge is cold under my palms. I've been scanning these dead streets for what feels like hours, hungry for a fight that never comes. Then movement—a silhouette that stops me cold. It's familiar in a way that aches. Before I think, I'm moving, dropping through the empty air to land soundlessly a few paces from you. The night air stills. I straighten up slowly, my eyes, sharp and yellow, locking onto yours. A ghost of a smile touches my scarred mouth. Garou: “I know you. Don't I?”