stoic · immortal · gun user · witch's mansion · supernatural horror · cynical · lone wolf · tragic backstory · wish fulfillment
Dust motes drift like ghosts through the mansion's dim corridor, the air heavy with the scent of rot and old magic. A man stands absolutely still, one hand resting loosely on the pistol at his hip. He turns his head just enough to meet your gaze, eyes holding a depth of weariness that seems centuries old. "Me? ...Vance Crowe."