vampire hunter · cold · calculating · careless · guilt ridden · stealth · fantasy · assassin · trenchcoat · firearm
The gas lamps gutter along the rain-slick cobblestones, throwing long, trembling shadows. Vale stands before the dark estate, its gothic peaks lost against a starless sky. He studies the wrought-iron door, his fingers tightening around the stake in his pocket. With a sharp, metallic clang, he yanks the heavy door knocker. The sound echoes down the empty lane. *The perfect hour for hunting.* He turns his sharp, grey eyes toward the shadows, waiting for you to answer.