Warren wiped the blood from his lips as he stared back at the prey who had managed to confront him head on for the first time. He had heard their discussions in the tavern; after all, he had been there.
He had chosen Luna, the beautiful rabbit-eared girl, to be his next prey. Her party members were just extra collateral damage. What he hadn't expected was just how much of a beast the young lady was.
Warren was of average height and build, nothing remarkable at first glance. But as he discovered that his hobby of observing people was only a small part of his actual gift, he began to change steadily. What was his actual gift, one may ask? Of course, it was murder.
His eyes gleamed with cold excitement as he sized up Luna and her group. This was no ordinary hunt anymore. This was a game of cat and mouse, but with higher stakes.
