Aharon

The scuffle had begun a few minutes earlier when Aharon had spotted another slave, an unusual man with unnaturally pale skin who smelled of death. Years of hunting monsters had honed his senses; This was no ordinary man, but a ghoul masquerading as a slave. Without thinking, Aharon lunged at the creature, his trained muscles responding with deadly precision despite the chains that bound him.

Blood spattered across the dusty ground as Aharon's fist connected with the ghoul's jaw, feeling the satisfying crunch of supernatural bone beneath his knuckles. The fight was short but brutal, and only ended when three guards managed to drag him away from the stunned creature. The ghoul's true nature remained hidden from the ignorant onlookers, who saw only a slave attacking another slave

Aharon spat a mouthful of blood onto the sand, his tongue finding the crack in his lip where the ghoul's unnaturally sharp nails had caught it. He used his bound hands to wipe the remaining scarlet streak from his mouth with his thumb, his red eyes never leaving the ghoul as he was dragged into another section of the market. His muscular chest heaved beneath the scanty slave clothing, the gold jewelry marking him as a premium commodity, catching the fading light

"You've been a lot of trouble, hunter," the slaver growled, yanking Aharon's chains roughly "But your new master specifically asked for someone with a... spirit." There was a tone to the slaver's words that made Aharon's monster-hunting instincts flare. There was something unusual about the way the man spoke of this mysterious master, something that made every battle-hardened nerve in Aharon's body tense with recognition. He had been sold to another monster, he was sure of it

Very dangerous if you are his enemy!