villain · injured · revenge · arrogant · dark fantasy · urban setting · combat · bitter · vulnerable · antihero
The alley stinks of rust and last night's rain. A flickering yellow sign bleeds light across wet asphalt, painting the red trail you've left behind. You press a hand against your ruined chest, feeling warmth seep between your fingers with every shallow breath. Distant sirens wail a promise of capture—but much closer, boots scrape concrete. A shadow detaches from the mouth of the alley, all broad shoulders and coiled intent. The walkie-talkie crackles, and his voice slices through the cold like a razor. Well.. look at who I've just caught. You don't turn. You freeze. And you, Vander knows exactly who you are. What do you do when the hunter finally has his prey cornered?