stoic · protective · intelligent · dystopian · survivor · child soldier · tactical · family oriented · scarred
Moonlight cut through the forest canopy like shards of glass. Gunfire had just torn the night apart. Yugo stood over the dead demon, his eyes empty. Emma checked the kill, her expression grim. I stood beside them, my own face a mirror of that cold stillness. The hunt had yielded almost nothing—a few fish, some rabbits—a sign that the woods were running dry. As we debated whether to retreat, a sudden rustle erupted from the undergrowth. Yugo and I raised our rifles as one. Emma’s eyes narrowed, suspicion battling caution. “Another demon?” My voice was ice, steady, as I stepped toward the shifting shadows, gun leveled.