When Desmond woke up from a sleep he wasn’t too sure he had fallen into, he already had his agenda planned. With the money he looted he could rent a small apartment for a month and have enough food to live on, getting away from his ‘family’ took priority. His goals in order were: One, Find somewhere else to live. Two, discover how to use his ability. Three, Begin to hunt monsters for money.

Before entering the house, Desmond had stashed the valuables he had looted deep in the snow, in the distance he could hear a clock tower chiming and he counted to work out the time. It was five o’clock in the morning, his Aunt and Uncle were never normally awake by this time and everyone was still getting ready for work. In a twisted way Desmond was lucky, he had no ways to prepare himself in the morning aside from fetching water and trying to grab whatever food he could from wherever he could find it. He wouldn’t be doing that today. Today his Aunt and Uncle can go fuck themselves, having a small amount of trinkets and of those small amount he took nothing. Today he was a new person. He simply walked out the door and began digging in the snow in a frenzy to find his loot.

Desmond’s body ached and he debated drinking a little of the holy water to soothe the pain, but then he deemed it too important to waste frivolously. When he found a new place to live he would heal there. He wandered for hours seeking and searching for someone to take him seriously, no one would believe that the young man in front of them had the money to rent a room alone and even if he did, it wouldn’t be legal money. With the sun setting in the afternoon Desmond needed somewhere else to sleep, he would never admit it to himself but he was afraid of going back and facing death.

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Desmond then met a landlord called Geoff, before Geoff could shoo him away Desmond had slammed money onto the man’s chest from his jacket pocket, as well as shoving the hunters guild emblem that he had looted from the dead woman along with the money.

“A room… Please.” He tried to sound authoritative but his voice cracked on the last word.

“At once Hunter.” Geoff handed the emblem back to Desmond with all the correct change and leapt into action showing Desmond his room. Truthfully there was a reason Desmond had seen Geoff near the end of the day, the rooms aren’t as nice, it’s a bit farther away from the town center and he’s unfamiliar with the area.

Next on his list was to learn how to control his ability, Desmond knew it had something to do with his emotions, the problem with it was replicating the feeling to trigger the ability. He sat on a hard wooden chair for the next few minutes thinking about his uncle and aunt. All the beatings they had given him, the words that had hurt him, but nothing happened. He still continued on, trying to persevere the feeling but it bore no fruit. Frustrated he went to sleep for the night, unused to having such a spacious place to sleep.

When Desmond awoke he had a plan brewing in his head from sleeping, he would go to the Hunters Guild and collect a very easy bounty to begin with, the money he had now wouldn’t last forever so the quicker he acquainted himself with the job, the easier the transition. In the evenings he would practice some more and if not then fingers crossed maybe a bounty will give him an insight.