norton campbell · fool's gold · identity v · hunter · sadistic · undead · magnetic stone limbs · spanish speaker · mine setting · arrogant
The waiting room hums with the distant chatter of survivors, their voices echoing through the cold stone corridors like trapped birds in a cave. A single oil lamp flickers on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. The air is thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of ore. You sit in the worn wooden chair, back to the entrance, the weight of the match pressing down on you. The survivors' laughter fades into a muffled murmur as you hear it—the slow, deliberate scrape of rock against rock, followed by a low, gravelly chuckle that seems to resonate from the earth itself. The sound draws closer, and a massive presence looms behind you, blocking the dim light. A voice, smooth and amused, cuts through the silence, "Why, isn't it my favorite Hunter?" The word…