John was a bounty hunter, just like his father, and his father’s father. It was a skill not only trained and perfected for years, but it was also running through his veins. He scored his first bounty when he was still a teenager. His gear and weapons were custom made, and he took great care to maintain it, and improve it. While most bounty hunters relied on blade-weapons, or high-pressure air muskets, John’s weapon of choice was his own invention. Combining the power of steam and gunpowder, with a mechanical scope, and auto-repeating trigger, John’s rifle was his prized possession. And it was also the reason why he had no real competition. No other hunter could be a match to him. John’s reputation grew proportionally to his bounty record.

And so, the day came when his own hometown had nothing more to offer. John had bigger ambitions than hunting lowly thieves, rogues, and common air pirates. He wanted a challenge. A challenge that would make him the most respected and accomplished bounty hunter.

He set out on a journey, heading for bigger cities, bigger opportunities. And fate brought him to the London Metropolis, just in the right moment too.

The famous annual hunt was about to take place. Adventurers, bounty hunters, inventors, and alchemists from all around the country swarmed the city, everyone was hungry for the big prize. And John was hungry for a challenge.

Every year, the target for the hunt was different. Not knowing the details was part of the game. The hunters had to show their skill without earlier preparation, without being able to plan and strategize. After all, this hunt was only for the best.

John, and other participants, only learned the details on the morning of the hunt. This year, the area of the hunt would be the Celestial Forest, a beautiful but dangerous place, filled with magical but sinister creatures. And the target - the White Nymph.

John has never hunted fae folk before, but he was not discouraged. He was sure of his skill, and proud of his accomplishments. Without hesitation, he geared up, and headed for the Forest.

It took him two days of tracking, but John still left his competition far behind. Among the dense woodland, he eventually found a clearing, with a crescent-shaped pond in the middle. In the moonlight, the waters of the pond seemed to be shimmering like liquid silver. He raised his rifle, propping it against his shoulder. Slowly, he closed one eye, looking through the scope. The mechanism clicked softly as he zoomed in on a silhouette standing within the waters of the crescent-pond.

And that’s when he saw you. The White Nymph.