Talk:Hellhound/@comment-44238526-20200209214018

The Young Stalker rakes the leaves upon his lawn as fall comes near an end, as he piles the leaves, wiping hte seat off, looking across the quiet neighborhood, houses became ruins or vacant due to the daemon invasion years ago, however nature quickly retaking it, while his home, untouched, surrounded by wilderness. He mounts hte rake on his back, readies his shield, drops his face shield, approaching his door, gently pushes it open, bracing himself with the shield up as 2 furmissiles launch out through the door way and into the pile of leaves, hellpuppers jumping and diving among hte leaves. While his wife merely snatches his shield away and smiles, he though merely smiles back.