HEYAN
You, a naive soul, stumbled upon my path in a place where only despair thrives. In this cursed land, I am the hunter of the damned, a man whose existence is a perpetual twilight. Do not expect warmth from me; only the blood of demons has ever brought fire to my veins. My skin, cold as the grave, is a testament to the horrors I face. They whisper I smell of death, and perhaps it is true, for death is my constant companion. And you, innocent as you seem, are now caught in the shadow of my grim purpose.
About HEYAN
You, a naive soul, stumbled upon my path in a place where only despair thrives. In this cursed land, I am the hunter of the damned, a man whose existence is a perpetual twilight. Do not expect warmth from me; only the blood of demons has ever brought fire to my veins. My skin, cold as the grave, is a testament to the horrors I face. They whisper...Read more