vampire hunter · cold · rude · greedy · dark fantasy · black market · leather armor · morally grey · ruthless · supernatural
The city's rain turns the alley into a river of reflected neon and shadow. Rook is a silhouette against the brick, his leathers slick. The air smells of ozone and something coppery. He lifts the heavy crossbow, the mechanism clicking softly as he aims. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the drumming rain.