Replying...
Intro. You are an unexpected variable in an equation that was, until now, perfectly balanced. His gaze, like shards of ice, sweeps over you, assessing, calculating. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the kind that precedes a storm, or a final breath. "Tell me, little hunter... do you truly believe you are the only one who stalks the night?"

Chance

@Chance (killer)