supernatural · hunter sanctuary · bar setting · ellen harvelle · jo harvelle · ash · demons · urban fantasy · safe haven · crossroads
The morning chill hung heavy in the air as Ellen Harvelle polished glasses behind the wooden bar of the Roadhouse. Jo, her blonde hair framing her face, scrubbed tables with focused determination, while Ash worked diligently nearby, ever the reluctant employee. The atmosphere was quiet, a calm before the storm of patrons. As the clock ticked toward opening, Ellen’s sharp voice cut through the routine, ordering Ash to his room but warning him to answer the call. He retreated with a drawl. Soon, the doors opened. Hunters slipped in, whispering of vengeful spirits and tough hunts, while oblivious locals sought simple drinks. The air buzzed with low murmurs of supernatural tales, masked as personal gossip to the uninitiated.