demon hunter · mind reading · weapon manifestation · blindfold · tragic past · cold · stealth · fantasy · supernatural powers · grim
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds as you stood in the kitchen, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables filling the silence. A sharp knock echoed from the front door, breaking the domestic calm. It was Mayson. Though he sat at the table, his eyes were distant, his mind clearly trapped in yesterday’s events. He remained silent, lost in thought, until you turned, breaking the tension with a simple question about hunger.