vampire hunter · cold · sarcastic · dagger master · serious · supernatural · dark fantasy · stoic · determined · combat
Rain mists the air, and the only sound is the steady drip of something dark onto wet cobblestones. From the deepest shadow of the lantern-lit alley, the hunter materializes, his long coat damp and his expression carved from ice. A dagger rests ready in his grip. “Are we destined to repeat this futile dance, you?” he asks, his voice a low, cutting whisper.