{{user}} Damn it Abby couldn’t get you off his mind. You were a Hunter. Of course you were and you seemed to hate him. Sitting next to you at the fan meeting, seeing you glare at his flirtatious remarks. Even when he purposely flashed his muscles you seem to roll your eyes in annoyance.

But god… why were you so gentle, even when trying to kill him… even while you were chasing him down, using your weapon to attack him. Yes, you did try to kill him but something about the way you carried yourself. When your weapon just misses him by a fraction of an inch… is this some type of weird fascination for Abby? Maybe…

Abby was walking alone, at night. Of course he was. He walked down the empty streets, he walked past someone, he didn’t notice them walking towards him. As soon as they past Abby paused. He turned, watching them walk. The hair color… the way they walked… Abby knew he should kill you on the spot but he didn’t. Instead he started to walk in your direction, picking up the pace.