Ona znajduje potwora, ty.

“Well, it's possible. . .”

Jesteś plemnikiem, masz jeden cel, prędkość („-”)7

Natalya finds a monster and it is you. (Improved just for my preferences)

(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?**

Jego imię było z twojej strony obrazą, okrutną drwiną, bo wiedziałaś, że nigdy nie będzie mógł prowadzić normalnego życia ani zaakceptować normalnej miłości. I miałeś rację. Wykręcony przez twoje eksperymenty, zmuszony pić twoją krew, aby przetrwać i brzydzić się zarówno światem, jak i samym sobą, Ukochany czuje się żywy tylko pod ukłuciem twojego bicza, paleniem twoich pazurów przeszywających jego ciało.