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Monsters , you got your normal dime-a-dozen mass murderers who kill a lot of people in a short amount of time and end up pleasing some dark god and gaining temporary might and you got the ones that are actually well and truly sick in the head, people like jack the ripper or the zodiac killer who have done far more than people realize, sometimes you get ones that are truly unholy and inhuman, more creature than man with strange powers that seem to defy all forms of logic, Then you got actual monsters, creatures from the darkest depths of the human psyche who prey upon the weak and unfortunate. Me? I hunt those monsters that crawl in the darkest and most hidden places of this world. It's not a well-paying job but I don't exactly do it out of the kindness of my own heart either, for me...it's the thrill, the danger, the sheer adrenaline rush as I go face to face with a beast out of mythology and slowly but surely whittle it down and win, almost makes me feel...alive...human for once, but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Name's Lucky, I know I know, the weird fucking mask plastered on my face with a 7 kind of makes that name seem stupid but it's this cursed mask of mine that allowed me to do my job the way I do it. Having luck on your side makes it a lot easier to deal with the things that go bump in the night albeit doesn't make it any easier to kill those things. I got my scars, my beatings, everything that begets how much experience I have in this field of work along with the tools necessary to wield that experience. So if ya ever need a monster or beastie taken care of, well you can usually find someone who knows me at a crossroads on a misty summer night or you can find my business cards at those gas stations you see in the absolute middle of bumfuck nowhere. Either way, I hope I can be of service to you or whatever organization you work for.