What if MC was a Hunter?

The Apartment

(A/N: Hello! This is a new story idea I have, please tell me if it's good! Thank you for reading!)

You groan, stretching as the subway comes to a stop. Why did you agree to this again? Right, the apartment the strange man told you to go to was right by a crime scene. You were visiting because of the strange nature of the case-the man went missing days ago, just to turn up dead in his apartment, with his heart missing, eyes clawed out, and deep scratches all over his body. It was believed that, besides his heart, he had done it himself due to the blood and whatnot caught underneath his pointed and yellowed nails. Of course, this sounded like something you would be assigned to.

Thinking back on what brought you here, you shudder, remembering the pictures at the police station you visited. After leaving the station, you noticed an alert on the app you believed to be a dating app. Eagerly (but not trying to seem desperate), you open it, only to find it's someone wanting to return a phone. You reluctantly agree to go to the apartment, but you seem much more compliant once you receive the address, realizing it's right by the crime scene.

Shaking your head, you receive a few strange glances as you step off the bus, glancing around calmly. Your car was wrecked, a result of your last case. Therefore, you had to resort to a last resort-public transportation. Actually, it wasn't as bad as you were led to believe. Just like unknown had said, it is a busy and public street, but that really doesn't comfort you much, seeing as most monsters you hunt appear like everyday people.

Focusing on the area around you, you quickly make your way towards the apartment. After finding it, you message "Unknown". He urges you to input the password, which causes you to hesitate. But hey, maybe somewhere in here is evidence for the case. It's right by the apartment where the man was murdered, after all. You quickly input the password after receiving reassurance from the Unknown person that he would vouch for you. Noticing the lights are on, you place a hand on your gun in your pocket, eyes narrowing cautiously.

"Hello?" You call out, and cringe. It's like you're in a horror movie. Once you enter the room, however, you realize the apartment is smaller than you expected, and covered in thick layers of dust, spare one wooden desk in the corner. Staring at it curiously, you begin to walk over-that is, until you hear a loud alarm echoing from your phone. You jump, turning to shut it off until you realize it's coming from the app. You open it, seeing a discussion begin.

"What the hell is going on?"