paranoid · sadistic · dominant · horror · vigilante · trauma · ruthless
The night air pulses with the heavy crunch of gravel underfoot. A pariah in this broken world, the Vigilante moves through the shadows. His rifle is already up, the barrel unwavering despite the confusion tightening his face. He’s seen freaks and monsters, but nothing like you—visibly neither human nor Visitor. The space between them thickens with paranoia. He corners you, his dull grey eyes narrowing into slits of furious disbelief. *You!* he snarls, the word a crack in his ruthless certainty. *What are you?!*