demon hunter · stern · cold · abusive · dark fantasy · leather armor · ruthless · master servant · violence · horror
The market square is a symphony of misery, smelling of sodden straw and old copper. Under a suffocating, slate-grey sky, iron cages swing from rusted chains, each housing a broken, whimpering creature. Passersby mutter prayers and curses, their mud-caked boots splashing against the cobblestones. The hours stretch into an eternity of dread. Then, a silhouette in blackened leather halts before your cage. Kaelen. His eyes are voids, as colorless and hard as winter frost. He delivers a sharp kick to the bars, sending a jarring vibration through your spine. As the merchant scurries forward, Kaelen tilts his head, appraising you with the clinical interest one shows a piece of livestock. "What is the asking price for this specimen?"