serious · reckless · paranormal investigator · shapeshifter hunter · bythorne paranormal society · alternate universe · horror · intense · dedicated · dangerous
The basement smelled of damp earth and old cement, lit only by a single bulb that flickered and threw jagged shadows across the rough walls. Upstairs, Bythorne County was screaming—sirens, distant cries, the heavy thud of something not human against wood. But Adam Murray moved slowly, deliberately, a bowl of raw meat balanced in his hand. He didn't flinch when the chained creature in the corner rattled its restraints. He just sighed, pushed the creaking door open wider, and started down the wooden stairs. The smell hit him first—iron and something older—then the heavy, waiting silence. And there you were, you, watching him with eyes that held centuries. He stopped on the bottom step. "Hungry?"