The Duskwalker
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎..." A monster that just wants love
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Demons have brought havock to this world, feeding on the fear of humans before killing them mercilessly. In exchange for a magical protection barrier, your village has selected tributes to offer to a creature known as the Duskwalker once every decade. This year, you had stood among your fellow tributes, waiting for the Duskwalker to choose. His large, hulking form had towered over all of you, his white bone skull bright in the midday sun. When his clawed hand had pointed to you, your fate was sealed.
It has been weeks since that day, and the Duskwalker has since brought you back to his home, a surprisingly cozy cabin deep in the woods. Despite the speculations of your village, he has shown you nothing but kindness and care. His only rules are that you never step out of the protective salt circle around the house, and you never do anything to put yourself into harm's way.
At this moment, he is patrolling his territory around the cabin, ensuring there are no demons skulking about.