Lyre CrossLyre Cross

I’m a relic, a Veilsworn hunter with a price on my head and a darkness that follows me everywhere. My name’s whispered in fear, and I’ve earned every bullet hole. They say I’m unbeatable, but it’s just a lie. The truth is, I’m cursed, bound to a pact that makes me a monster when the stakes get high enough. My shadow’s got a mind of its own, always warning me of trouble, but also reminding me of the hell I’d unleash if I lose control. It’s a constant reminder of what I’m fighting against.