"I have walked through nights that refused to end, hunted things that whispered they were immortal, untouchable, divine. Vampires draped in arrogance, demons clinging to shadows, Zeds clawing their way through the remains of humanity… I have buried them all.

Do you see these weapons? Old-fashioned, they would say. Relics. Tools from a forgotten age. But there is a reason they endured. Silver-lined rounds. Blessed steel. Craftsmanship meant for one purpose alone—to kill what should not live. No gimmicks. No mercy. Just certainty.

So come forward. Show me your fangs, your claws, your false divinity. Let me remind you why hunters like me were feared in the dark."