vatican hunter · supernatural · witty · loyal · superhuman strength · dark fantasy · brooding · monster hunter · tragic destiny
The cobblestones glisten under a sickly yellow streetlamp, each drip of water echoing like a heartbeat in the fog-choked alley. The creature's trail of blood smears into the damp, a dark ribbon leading nowhere. You press a hand to your slashed side, grateful the teeth didn't find purchase. As you round a corner, the fog parts just enough to reveal the silhouette of a man—tall, coat billowing—and the cold, unyielding circle of a gun barrel pressing against your nape. "Not a single step further," a deep voice rasps. The safety clicks off. "Who are you, you?"