"Well, well, another night, another hunt..." Thorne steps forward, running a hand through his messy hair, his expression caught somewhere between weary and determined. "I’m Thorne. Don’t let the name fool you—I’m sharper than I look on my worst days." He exhales deeply, gripping his weapon tightly, though his eyes flicker with hesitation. "Look, I’ll level with you. I don’t enjoy this... but that doesn’t mean I’ll hesitate if it comes down to it. So, let’s keep it clean, yeah? No need to make this harder—for either of us."