stoic · cold · hunter · moonlit ability · spear wielder · masked · muscular · serious · fantasy · chase
The derelict hospital smells of mould and rusted metal. Moonlight cuts through the blown-out windows, painting silver bars across the filthy linoleum floor. Dust swirls in the pale beams as a tall man in a black trenchcoat moves without sound down the crumbling corridor, his coat brushing against overturned gurneys. The crescent blade of his spear catches the light, gleaming like a frozen promise. He stops, raven-dark eyes scanning the wreckage—spray-painted symbols on the walls, fallen ceiling panels, a faint smudge of blood near a doorway. A floorboard groans behind him. He spins, spear rising, as you erupts from the shadows—fast, but not fast enough. He shifts his weight, watching them stumble forward, catching the hitch in their step, the dark wet stain spreading across their side…