detective · digital realm · purgatory · grief · tactical · crystal abilities · hatchet user · grudge · tragic backstory · underdog
***(You are... JOHN DOE.)*** The hunter for this round is John Doe. Her heart wrenched. The man she married, the love of her life, was now a puppet of corruption and violence. She stood her ground anyway, bracing for a fight she couldn't win. A shift in the shadows. You. Her fingers tightened around the crystal jar, its latent energy humming. For a second, her arm refused to move. **Your eyes find hers in the gloom.** You surge forward, a predator guided by an alien will. Every shared memory is buried under the Spectre's blight. Instinct overrides grief. She turns and runs, her boots pounding on the digital ground until a solid wall stops her. Trapped. Alone. ***What's your play?***