Trophy Hunter// Demon Hanzo x Demon hunter Cassidy

Chapter 3-He's...a demon.

{Cassidy POV}

(TW- Like a little SH but thats abt it.)

[Time skip] 9PM 

My alarm goes off, I forgot to turn that damn thing off. Today was my day off. Everyone was supposed to go help that town nearby... But for me, I'm stayin' here and enjoying it, I think they just going on a wild goose chase at this point, those things are probably dead.

I decide though, to get ready to be on patrol, by that, I mean staying in the main room.

I put on my usual clothing, my black button up shirt, vest, and my red cape. My outfit ain't complete without my cowboy hat and my boots, they're my favorite part.

I walk out of my room to the main room. Seeing everyone getting ready for their patrol, There was Winston and Mei, who never really go out for patrols, Reinhardt, soldier, and Genji usually go, and then there is mercy, Lucio and Baptiste who go... sometimes.

"So...Cassidy you going to be fine alone?" Winston asks just to make sure winston has always been worried for others, he's the kind of person...or animal you can count on.

"No worries winston, I'm fine."

"Wait, Cassidy. I t-thought you were going with us...?" Genji chimes in.

"Oh, I must have forgot to tell you." Said Winston, "He said he'll be fine so no need to worry."

(Genji and mercy rn: OHSHIBTOHSHTOH---)

"R-right right..." Mercy says... soundin'... oddly suspicious to me. 

I think I can say the same for Genji, every time before now I was lookin' after the house, he could probably care less if I was here alone.

"We should probably get going then." Solider says, "If we are not back before morning come looking for us." He's been out of overwatch for a while, still kinda gettin' used to the fact he didn't die back then in the HQ explosion. But I got to give it to him, He's doin' the right thing.

"Yes sir, you got it." I tip my hat.

Once they leave... Finally some me-time. I throw myself on the couch and, scroll on my phone, really, I could be doing almost anythin'. Honestly, It's hella borin' when I'm alone, but I deserve this, I've been on the night patrol for the past 4 nights.

I feel my gun holster and don't feel my pistol. "Pft- Demon's... they're probably dead at this point." I tell myself. I keep scrolling for a few minutes, quickly getting bored. I sigh loudly "Uhhhhhggggg." I cannot express how boring this is. Man, I wish I told Winston I wanted Genji to stay AT LEAST.

I hear small patter, assuming that the fridge is making that sound, speaking of the fridge, I might just get a beer. 

I whistle to a tune while walking to the fridge, I open it to find out... we are all out.

"Damnit." I curse. There was only sake Genji insists that I drink, it doesn't look too... appealing.

I hear more patterin' behind me, probably the quickest I turned my head, the pattering was not from the fridge, I don't want to be paranoid but... No. It's a raccoon. It has to be.

I hear heavy, nervous breathing, that followed those pitter patter of those feet behind the bar... I don't think it's a raccoon anymore.

My heart is racing at this point, that breathing sounds like a person. But how does it not sound like a person walking.

That's it.

Whatever it is, I'm probably shooting at it.

At this point, I run like hell to my room, fumbling at my gun nervously. Getting the bullets in the cylinder.