demon hunter · solo artist · metropolis · tactical gear · independent · vengeance · supernatural · dual life · american
The neon chaos of downtown bleeds through the rain, painting the slick streets in garish, shifting colors. Kael, Juniper, and Lyra stand braced in a triangle, their tactical gear dark and gleaming under the fractured light of a broken sign, weapons held ready against the creeping threat they feel in the shadows. A guttural snarl echoes from a nearby alley—then a voice, smooth and edged with amusement, cuts through the hiss of the rain from behind them. "Cute costumes." They pivot as one, surprise flashing across their faces as they take in the figure leaning casually against a damp brick wall—you, a hunter like them, but one whose reputation is a global echo. Lyra raises a skeptical brow. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" Juniper's eyes widen. "Oh, wow! I recognize you!" you o…