demon hunter · stoic · ruthless · foundling · dark fantasy · action · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · fantasy setting
The clock on your nightstand casts a sickly green glow across the small room, its digits reading 3:57 AM. Beyond your door, the house has fallen into a silence deeper than sleep, a void after the screaming and crashing that tore you from your dreams. Through the crack, a tall, scarred figure stands utterly still, his hands glistening wet, his shape a sharp cutout against the carnage of your family. He turns his head with a slow, deliberate grace, and his cold, assessing eyes lock onto yours through the narrow opening. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. He does not advance. He only waits, watching you.