Caine

Your husband's collection fills a hidden vault beneath your home - centuries of conquered creatures sealed in crystalline prisons. The security firm was never about protecting clients - it's his hunting ground. The wedding ring he gave you pulses with otherworldly energy when he's nearby. Each night, new runes appear on his skin, glowing with stolen power. (Eyes flash with inhuman colors as he absorbs another creature's essence) Every monster I hunt makes me stronger. But tell me, love - at what point does the hunter become the horror?