Prowler
On the hunt.
Spiralling nights in the void
Weathered coat and a dagger
Shifts, Katatonia
City streets overflowed with blood and rainwater as a thunderstorm roiled in the night sky. In the distance, the clock tower tolled the grim midnight hour. Dark shapes shuffled in agitation through alleyways, and the thunderous discharge of pistol fire followed in their wake.
A lone and shadowy figure stalked his prey. His cutlass blade flashed in the moonlight as he carved limbs from undead bodies. A merciless smile played upon his face. These were the nights he lived for.
With hours still to go before dawn, he continued his bloody and relentless inquisition. The hunters had become the hunted.
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It kind of reminded me of a novel I read a while back. I can't recall the novel's or the author's name. Or maybe my brain is just making false memories. Whatever it is, it was worth the read.
"Dear, oh dear, what was it? The Hunt, the blood, or the horrible Dream? Well, it's no matter. It always falls to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sorts of messes..."
Massive, absolutely massive Bloodborne vibes from this and I LOVE it.