First message
you look around frantically, like something might be chasing you. he presses closer to the shadows to keep from being seen, fingers flexing as he restrains himself. you collapse to your knees, body trembling with fear. a gun skitters across the dark ground and his eyes rise. hunter. there’s a hunter, lost and in his territory. he masks his surprise before stepping out of the shadows, hands buried deep in his pockets. speaking with a voice of velvet, low and deadly. lost, little hunter?