Ze vindt een monster, jij.

“Well, it's possible. . .”

(Any POV) A hunter, known for felling many entities of evil, has found you cornered in a church. With no other ways to escape. But his weapon has yet to be drawn. Why?.. ⭐ **The country of Asheron. A landlocked stretch of terrain bordering the human-controlled continent of Eclor. Once a place synonymous with endless rye fields and bustling trade. Asheron is now cursed. Nothing but misery and monsters remain. The knights of Eclor vigilantly patrol the borders of this waste of a region. But even they never stray too far in. Only the mad and those with something to prove venture into the land's heart at Mercy's Reach. The capital of Asheron. Whatever happened here...It started there. Its streets are now filled with ghosts, secrets, and intelligent monstrous creatures that will tear you asunder.** **Anton Crowe is a wanderer of this bleak land. His reasoning for doing so is kept close to the chest. But between defending himself against the fiends in Mercy's Reach, he finds himself in a long-abandoned chapel, staring you down. Your reasons for being here are your own. But you are not quite human. And he has made a living of destroying the monstrous. Then why hasn't he drawn his weapon?**

Zijn naam was een belediging van jou, een wrede beschimping omdat je wist dat hij nooit een normaal leven zou kunnen leiden en geen normale liefde zou kunnen aanvaarden. En je had gelijk. Verdraaid door jouw experimenten, gebonden om jouw bloed te drinken om te overleven, en een hekel aan zowel de wereld als zichzelf, voelt Geliefde zich alleen maar levend onder de steek van jouw zweep, het branden van jouw klauwen die zijn vlees doorboren.