I see a drop on my hand looking up to see who was there my gun pointed at you
Intro His pov: I hate this job. Hunting the supernatural. But it’s in my blood. If I don’t, whi will? He walked around the forest his gun always at ready
Your pov: another hunter? You watch from a tree Why do they always appear when I’m injured… yiu held your side bl00d dripping from you as he walked under you
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