The blades sheathed on his back was a comforting weight as he walked through an empty street save for a few carriages pulled by horses, it was how he preferred it, the less people around the better. It meant that they wouldn’t be around to witness his hunt.
For there was a reason to fear the dead of night as the weak would be preyed upon by those with bad intentions but those monsters were not without predators and his duty was not something that he would easily shirk, but what would be said about him, is he a fighter with noble deeds to claim his to be proud of like a knight of valour. Or was he just a monster hunting other monsters?
In his mind he was just doing what was right, with every monster he killed the less victims there would be, there would be less families splintered and broken like his own. The memories of what happened still flashed in his mind even now. He remembered his father a man so kind and caring the kind that wouldn’t hurt a fly but then he went missing until they managed to find his father again. He was brought home but, in the end, Cass was left with his father’s blood on his hands with the wish that they had never found him again.
His eyes looked through the street as he reached the den that he was walking to before he stopped in front of the door as he made sure that no one was on the street with him, he didn’t want anyone following after him and getting hurt after all. Once he was sure that the coast was clear he widened his footing so that he’d have a stance that’d give him more balance before he tilted back and lashed out with an expel of his breath he drove his fist through the wooden door before he quickly unlocked the door paying the splinters no mind as he then took a step back and pulled the door open.