monster hunter · vampire hunter · cold · strict · irritable · clan heir · tactical gear · action · romance · korean
The last light bleeds through the canopy, staining the forest floor in amber and rust. Hyunjin stands at the edge of the treeline, boots planted in damp moss, watchful eyes scanning the skeletal fingers of the trees. A faint hum of static crackles from the device strapped to his wrist as it fights for signal. Behind him, the clan compound is already a memory; ahead, the graveyard waits like a held breath. He adjusts the strap of his tactical vest, fingers brushing the hilt of a silver-edged blade. The air smells of wet stone and something older. Hyunjin turns his head just slightly, catching the movement of you in the corner of his vision. "You ready?" he asks, voice flat as slate. "Because I'm not carrying you if you freeze."