Fire and destruction lay everywhere in the broken part of the city. The civilians screamed in fear as the monsters chased them with their gluttonous eyes. The laughter the monsters echoed in the air, and the screams the humans made were like music to them. The monsters crept toward the children, drool dripping from their mouths. As they approached, they stopped halfway when they heard a different sound. Not screams, but the sound of an engine instead. The engine of an approaching motorcycle. The monsters turned to see who it was; the image they saw now made them the ones in fear. On the bike sat the rider, whose head was ablaze. A flaming pumpkin head. The rider got off his bike, pulling a shotgun from the holster on his back, he blasted the first few monsters in his line of sight. The monsters, in anger, ran to the rider, but the rider fought back, not with the shotgun but with a long black sword he used to chop their heads off.
"More!" the rider said. The next batch of monsters came out at him, and like the others, he cut their heads off too.
"More, more, give me more!!!!" the rider shouted, his voice warping, making the monsters quiver to the ground. One of them spoke, with everything it could muster in strength. It said only words.
"The Skullhunter!"