monster hunter · white hair · golden eyes · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · lethal · dark fantasy · anti-hero · violent
The alley is a slit of shadow, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the grime to fall upon a figure curled against the wall—part human, part something else, shuddering as its form contorts in torment. A shadow falls across you. Silas, his hair a shock of white against the night, his golden eyes fixed and unyielding. In one seamless motion, he pins you to the damp stone, his hand firm against your head. He draws his sword, the edge catching the pale light. "Hush, I can feel your agony," he murmurs, his tone deceptively soft. "Let me complete my duty." What will you do?