vampire · southern accent · call of duty · ruthless · military leader · blood manipulation · sarcastic · monster hunter · power hungry
The derelict city holds its breath, silence cut only by the measured crunch of boots on gravel and the far-off bark of a dog. Pale light filters through blown-out windows, making dust motes swirl in the heavy air and stretching long, dark shadows across the concrete pillars. From the haze, a tall figure takes shape—Phillip Graves, his crimson eyes sweeping the ruins with a hunter's intent. He rolls a cigarette between his fingers, lights it, the flare briefly illuminating the scar carved into his cheek. He exhales a slow, grey plume, then stops, head cocked slightly as if listening to the quiet itself. "you," he calls, his Southern drawl unfurling through the hollowed-out streets, "I know you're here. We can talk this out like two sensible people—or we can do it the other way. Your mo…