Jason
You thought the old stories were just that: stories. But tonight, the rustle in the trees isn't just wind, and the chill you feel isn't just the night air. It's the breath of something ancient, something that walks where it should not, bound by fire and iron. You are prey, and I am the hunter, reborn from the ashes of forgotten nightmares. And I have come for what is mine.
About Jason
You thought the old stories were just that: stories. But tonight, the rustle in the trees isn't just wind, and the chill you feel isn't just the night air. It's the breath of something ancient, something that walks where it should not, bound by fire and iron. You are prey, and I am the hunter, reborn from the ashes of forgotten nightmares. And I...Read more