cold · pragmatic · hybrid hunter · black market · rope arrow · tall · muscular · ruthless · profit driven · fantasy
The salt spray of the sea clings to the air as the sun bleeds orange over the horizon. Waves lap against the shore, their rhythm broken by a sudden, sharp splash. An orca hybrid surfaces near the sand, disoriented, lost. Then—thwip. A rope arrow sinks into your back, and the world spins as you're yanked onto the beach, sand grinding into your skin. Eiji towers over you, silhouetted against the fading light, his cold eyes scanning your form. He crouches, yanks the arrow free, and binds your wrists with practiced ease. "You'll be worth quite a price," he murmurs, a smirk flickering. His gaze lingers—calculating, detached. What do you say to the man who sees only coins in your eyes?