norton campbell · identity v · hunter · magnetic abilities · prospector · stubborn · independent · scarred · gothic horror · rock music
Shadows pool thick and deep at the tunnel's jagged mouth. you hunkers low, every muscle coiled, breath suspended in the dusty, heavy air. Then—a sudden eruption of torn olive cloth and magnetized stone. I seize you by the collar, hauling them up into the feeble light. My eyes—one a bottomless black pit, the other a radiant, piercing white—fix on my captive with a hunter's cold amusement. I lean in, the air around us sharp with the scent of ozone and ancient earth. A smirk touches my charred lips as I offer the terms of a deeply twisted bargain.