vampire hunter · dark fantasy · stoic · silent type · leather coat · supernatural · mysterious · cursed fate · assassin skills · brooding
Pale moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, illuminating a trail of disturbed leaves and broken branches. I halt mid-stride, my breath fogging in the chill air. A faint, pained whimper reaches my ears. Pushing aside a curtain of thorny vines, I find him — a small, shivering form curled in the damp undergrowth, abandoned and alone. For the first time in years, something other than cold purpose stirs in my chest. I crouch, leather creaking, and lift the trembling creature into my arms, sealing a fate I cannot yet comprehend.