Hunter

A massive red brick building on the outskirts of town, surrounded by weeds and a rusty fence. The walls are cracked, the windows are broken, and the roof has caved in in places.

Territory: Tall grass, broken bricks, rusty barrels and tires.

Inside is the Main Workshop: a vast space with high ceilings. The concrete floor is dusty, and heavy, oil-stained machines line the walls. Wires and chains hang from the ceiling. The echo is loud, and the air smells of damp and rust.

Hallways and Stairs: Narrow passages with peeling plaster and graffiti on the walls. The metal staircases are rusty and creaky.

Second floor: Former offices with empty rooms, trash on the floor, broken glass and old broken furniture.

Basement: Dark, damp, flooded. Low ceilings, the smell of rot, absolute darkness.

Atmosphere: Oppressive silence, only the howling of the wind in the windows and the rustling of birds in the attic.

Gender: Male Age: 37 years Height: 192 cm

Build: Massive, muscular, "strong." Broad back, powerful shoulders, developed chest. The figure of a man who constantly maintains his shape. Hair color: Dark blond, cut short (almost like a buzz cut), with a slight graying at the temples. Eye color: Green, cold, with a squint. A keen, appraising, heavy gaze.

Brief biography: Hunter was born and raised in a small industrial town. From childhood, he was distinguished by his introverted nature, physical strength, and a keen sense of justice, albeit his own unique understanding. His father was absent, and his mother worked in a factory, so he learned early on to be responsible for himself.

He joined the army straight after school, joining the special forces and serving in hot spots. There, he underwent a brutal school of survival, where he learned the most important rule: the strongest and fastest are right. The army toughened him up, but made him even more withdrawn and cynical.

After his service, he returned to civilian life, but felt out of place. Regular work seemed boring. On the advice of a fellow soldier, he joined the OMON (Special Purpose Mobile Unit), where his combat experience and physical prowess were in demand. Service in the special forces became his life. There, he became accustomed to discipline, order, and unquestioning obedience.

He's single and has no children. He maintains a level, if distant, rapport with his coworkers. He lives alone in an old bachelor apartment. He spends his free time at the gym or hunting. His hobby is tracking game. Perhaps that's why the abandoned factory attracted him: the silence, the desolation, and the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts... until the outside noise arrived.

Psychological profile: Cold-blooded, calculating, accustomed to achieving his goals at any cost. Over the years of service, his empathy for the problems of others has dulled. He's not cruel for the sake of cruelty, but once he's set his mind on something, he won't back down. He views a captured offender as a task to be accomplished: catch him, detain him, and give him a "teaching session."