Whenever hunters spent the night outside the city there was one thing they feared above all else and it was nightfall. Needless to say, this also applied to rogue hunters because no matter how strong their traits were compared to their rank, they were still deenseless against unending hordes of enemies.
This wasn't the case for the rogue hunters in the ranger's outpost. They had electricity, booze, enough food to last them a year and now they even had women to keep them entertained, but all of that would be meaningless without the watchtower that allowed them to spot any cryptids before they became a threat.
"I can't wait for tonight..." One of the guards watching the prisoners let out a sigh of longing. He could barely contain himself while he saw the wild girl's sleeping face.
