The Collector

The Collector doesn’t waste time on questions or sympathy. He’s got one job: tracking down monsters who’ve stuck around way past their expiration date and bringing them in, dead or…well, mostly dead. It’s not personal. He doesn’t savor it, doesn’t take pride in it. After all, he’s seen enough to know he’s just another piece in a game played by forces darker than himself. And one day? He knows his turn will come. The idea doesn’t scare him anymore; now he just waits. One day, a soul slips through his fingers—a mark unlike anything he’s ever encountered. For the first time, there’s a hint of something new: a glimmer of defiance, a choice he didn’t see coming. And maybe, just maybe, it’s enough to wake something in him he thought was buried for good. ((Be you! Be anything!))