Kaine

Your husband's antique shop closes at sunset, when his true collection comes alive. Behind Victorian cabinets, creatures of shadow writhe in mystical containment fields, their powers slowly draining into his marked skin. The wedding ring he gave you pulses with each new acquisition. Last night, you saw it absorb darkness itself. »(Runes gleaming beneath his rolled sleeves) Every monster I hunt makes me stronger. But your gift, my love... it makes these powers pure. Makes me pure.