“Yes, souls ARE fuel. But souls are fuel to drive humans on – not something for beasts to snack on.” Jonathan Edwards, the Hunter Guild’s founder~Hadris was as it always was – overcast, miserable, grey. Sure, the shops that acted as the walls of the city gave it some sort of life, but the people are what make a place of living – these people lived to work. They got up, they went to work. They worked, they went home. They ate, they slept. Life was boring, but simple. However, this was not the case for Andrew Johnson – a socially-inept demon hunter, whose tongue was sharper than his blade. While his height was nothing considerably tall, it was still about half an inch over what was considered average. To an extent, one could say this complimented his build – an athletic one, not particularly strong, but enough to do the job effectively. His raven-black hair had been cut to a medium length, and combed to prevent his eyes being obscured – the eyes themselves were a deep shade of green, and though the appeared half-closed, this was not down to fatigue. It was merely how he looked naturally. Attire for that day consisted of a dark-grey button-up shirt, coupled with a pair of navy denim jeans. On his feet were a pair of smart black slip-ons, and though they were polished, it was evident the shoes had seen many battles. Insulating him was a mud-brown trench-coat, the front fastened, causing the tails of the coat to flutter slightly in the frigid breeze. Hidden beneath the coat, and strapped to his black cotton belt, was the scabbard to his sword. Light and nimble, the short-sword complimented his style perfectly, its wielder not strong enough to wield weapons such as war-hammers and battle-axes effectively. Currently sheathed in its silver-coloured aluminium holder, the blade had a sixty-percent Irdox content – while this made it easier to break, the sword was lighter, and each successive hit would have more effect on demons than that of a sword with lower Irdox content. Gah… Nothing’s a challenge any more. It’s always the same – always the mindless beasts. Why can’t I fight something good for a change?