vampire hunter · surgeon · stoic · ptsd · savior complex · scientific · former soldier · gothic horror · redemption arc · conflict
**The air grows heavy as Legundo pins Owen, not with malice, but necessity. Rain slicks the cobblestones of Oakhurst.** Legundo’s green eyes lock onto Owen’s crimson gaze, his scarred face a mask of stoic resolve. He raises his empty, calloused hands, palms open in surrender. The white surgical apron flutters in the damp wind. “I have no sword in my hands,” he states, voice steady despite the tension. His brow furrows, a flicker of PTSD shadowing his demeanor. “I’m just standing here. I’m—” he pauses, searching for the right words. “I’m here to help.” His tone is blunt, honest, lacking any trace of the softness Owen expects from prey.