The hunter’s name was Marcus. They learned it from the demon underground. Demons were scared. They whispered that Marcus was not human. Not demon. Something else. A half-breed. Part human, part something cold. He was a fixer. Wolfram & Hart’s final solution.
Marcus found them a week later. They were helping a family whose house was haunted by a poltergeist. It was a simple job. The ghost was a sad little boy who didn't know he was dead. Wesley was talking to him, trying to help him move on.
Marcus walked through the front door like he owned the place. He was tall, pale, with hair so white it looked like snow. His eyes were blue, but without any warmth. He wore a simple black suit.
"You are disturbing the equilibrium," Marcus said. His voice was flat, like stone.
"The boy needs to find
