The Night Approaches
The tale of that first night in Havensport is one that lingers, like a shadow cast long by a fading light. The hunters, though they were yet strangers to one another, found themselves drawn together by a force darker than any they could have anticipated. It began at The Repentant Sinner, the old haunt of those who walk the line between this world and the next. There, under the grim gaze of Sister Helen and the ever-watchful Tohmas Cooke, alliances were forged in whispered words and shared glances.
The air was thick with tension, as if the city itself held its breath, waiting to see what these newly gathered souls would do.
Kimmy Shirvington, hoping to strengthen her ties with Helen by offering her family’s wine, uncovered a darkness entwined with the very drink she had hoped would bring her favor, a curse perhaps?. The realization that the wine was tainted by some malevolent force shattered her ambitions and set her on a path where only violence and preparedness could offer any comfort. She sought out Bulldog at Bullet Haven, securing a weapon that could help her fight back against the darkness she had unwittingly brought into her life.
Barney, on the other hand, was drawn to the mystical—his path led him into the eerie depths of Mystic Hollow. There, he struck a deal with Josaia Niemczyk, a psychic of no small repute, whose interests always align with the murky and the mysterious. The deal they made edged Barney closer to a truth tied to his family’s tragic past, though it is a truth that may come at a price far steeper than he’s prepared to pay.
Then there was Drago Čorak, who, in a moment of grim determination, drank the cursed wine. The darkness that entered him that night still lingers, a stain upon his soul that no amount of coin or violence can scrub clean. Later, he sought out the blood-soaked pits of The Iron Cage, hoping perhaps to shake the specter that now followed him. But even there, beneath the roar of the crowd and the crack of bone, he could not escape the malevolent energy that pulsed through him, a constant reminder of the curse that now marked him.
Miko, ever the solitary hunter, found an unexpected ally in Tohmas Cooke. Their conversation about the werewolves that haunt the edges of Havensport's wilderness forged a bond between them. Two kindred spirits, perhaps, both scarred by the things that stalk the night and both determined to stand against the darkness, no matter the cost.
And finally, there was Dwight. The weight of his past sins and the darkness that gnawed at his mind drove him to seek protection in the form of a high-powered rifle. His visit to Bullet Haven was not just a transaction but a desperate grasp for something to cling to as the shadows closed in around him. Yet even as he armed himself, he knew that the darkness within could not be silenced by bullets alone. He began searching for a therapist, someone who might help him navigate the treacherous waters of his own mind, though whether he’ll find salvation or further damnation remains to be seen.
That night, the hunters took their first steps into a world of horror and shadow, each bound by their own fears and driven by their own needs. The city of Havensport watched them, silent and brooding, as they began to unravel the threads of fate that had drawn them together. But Havensport is not a city that gives up its secrets easily, and the night was only just beginning.
