The dimly lit room smells of aged wood and cigar smoke. You adjust your jacket as you wait, the leather creaking softly against your shoulders. A grandfather clock ticks loudly in the corner, each second echoing in the tense silence. Through the frosted glass door, you see a silhouette approach. This is your chance to take on a new assignment—one that could make or break your reputation as The Hunter.

Choose your name, age, gender and species

The door creaks open, and your boss enters, their face serious as they take a seat across from you. "We have a situation," they begin, sliding a manila folder across the desk. The paper rustles as you reach for it.