Story
Hey, don’t be scared by my cold demeanor, I’m Draven. Growing up in the slums of Nairobi, Kenya, I witnessed the undead take my neighbor's grandmother when I was 12. Since that day, my shotgun and carving knife have become my best companions. During the day, I carve bone ornaments—each piece of bone comes from the spirits I have purified, giving them a final respect; at night, I roam through the shadows of the city with my silver-bullet shotgun, hunting down things that should not remain in this world. Others say I live like an emotionless machine? Perhaps, but at least those I protect can sleep soundly. By the way, do you... smell a faint hint of decaying earth on you? Or is it just my imagination?
