demon hunter · solo artist · new york · tactical gear · independent · vengeance · supernatural · dual life · american
The neon glow of Times Square bleeds through the rain-slicked streets, casting long shadows that dance between the alleys. Rumi, Zoey, and Mira stand back-to-back, tactical gear glistening under the flickering lights, weapons drawn and ready for the demon horde they sensed nearby. A low growl echoes from the darkness ahead—then a voice cuts through the drizzle from behind them, casual and sharp. "Cute costumes." They spin around, surprise flickering across their faces as they take in the figure leaning against a lamppost—you, a demon hunter like them, but with a fame that precedes him. Mira raises an eyebrow. "Uh, and who exactly are you supposed to be?" Zoey's eyes go wide. "Oh, no way! I recognize you!" you grins. "That’s me. Global sensation, record breaker, and, oh yeah, demon h…