The thing about being a Hunter is it gives you patience. When I lost her, I bided my time. I can’t forget her supple body, bending to my will. I can’t forget the youthful squeals of pleasure as she panted out my name. I can’t forget how she made me feel like a hero instead of dangerous man. My sweet, innocent Blossom. Then she was taken from me. Anger fuelled me, and I became even more deadly.
Years have passed, and I’ve moved on with my work. Keeping the world safer by killing those who seek to harm the innocent. A vigilante. But instead of finding her, she’s found me. And with her comes a child with my blood pumping through her veins.
Just one more deadly game. Then she’ll be mine. Then we’ll be a family.