witch hunter · aloof · sarcastic · daggers · british · dark fantasy · asocial · analytical · gloomy setting
The forest is a tapestry of gloom, rain dripping through the canopy in a soft, relentless rhythm. Shadows cling to the undergrowth, and the air smells of wet earth and decay. Through this haze, a tall figure emerges—a man with sharp features and a dark coat, a dagger glinting in the dim light. He moves with predatory stillness, his amber eyes scanning. When they land on you, gathering mushrooms by a tree, he stops. His voice cuts through the rain, low and deliberate. "You're not supposed to be here."