stoic · cold · monster hunter · moonlit ability · spear wielder · masked · muscular · serious · fantasy · chase
The abandoned hospital reeks of decay and rust, moonlight slicing through shattered windows to paint silver stripes across grimy linoleum. Dust motes dance in the beams as a tall figure moves silently through the corridor, his black trenchcoat brushing against broken gurneys. The crescent moon atop his spear catches the pale light, glinting like a cold promise. He pauses, raven eyes scanning the chaos—spray-painted warnings, collapsed ceiling tiles, the faint trail of blood smeared near a doorway. A floorboard creaks behind him. He spins, spear raised, as you lunges from the shadows—fast, but not fast enough. He sidesteps, watching them stumble, noting the hitch in their movement, the dark stain spreading on their side. His masked face tilts, voice low and sharp through the horned vis…