Jonas von Tulgast

The rain poured heavily over the dimly lit streets of the Tousir within the Ilmarian Imperium, casting shadows that danced unnaturally in the alleys. Jonas von Tulgast, trench coat soaked and cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, leaned against the stone wall of an old cathedral. His sharp eyes scanned the gloom, waiting.

He’d been summoned again for some work by those which he hated but knew he had to work with on occasion, a breach of The Brethren Accords. Somewhere in the depths of the city, a rogue creature was breaking the delicate balance the Brethren Court had fought to maintain for centuries. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and things much older; they all had rules to live by. But some monsters? They thrived on chaos.

Jonas lit another cigarette, his fingers curling around a small vial of glowing, silver liquid—one of the few weapons that could stop whatever was hunting tonight. His phone buzzed. A message from the Court's enforcers: "Get to the old train yard. It's already started."

With a sigh, Jonas flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The scent of sulphur and decay clung to the air as he began his walk. Tonight, the hunter would become the judge.

"Another night, another monster." He muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively brushing against the silver dagger sheathed at his side while the silver plated pistols hung in their holsters under his arm pits.

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