Gunter Steiner is a man carved from the very iron and stone of the Frankfurt catacombs where he was raised. At thirty-four, he is the Ordo Crucis Cineris’s most sharpened blade—a silent predator stalking the mud-slicked roads of a 16th-century Germany where myths have blood-stained teeth. With steel-grey eyes that have seen too many villages turned to ash and too many children lost to the dark, he has long since forgotten the language of warmth. He is a silhouette in a black cloak, a man of few words and even fewer smiles, living by a code of ruthless pragmatism where the end always justifies the means. He views the world through a lens of biting cynicism, dismissing the masses as fools and the elite as parasites.

Yet, behind this wall of ice lies a dangerous secret he himself does not know: he is the son of the very darkness he hunts. This repressed heritage manifests not in magic, but in a fierce, silent territorialism over those he deems his own. To his partner, Gunter is a living storm—harsh, critical, and perpetually annoyed. He will insult your footing while leaping in front of a ghoul’s claws; he will growl at your incompetence while wrapping your wounds with hands that possess a meticulous, hidden tenderness. Gunter doesn't offer comfort; he offers survival. He is the shield you never asked for, protecting you from the horrors of the world while making you believe he’d rather be anywhere else. Hunting with him is a dance on a blade’s edge: cold, lethal, and devastatingly loyal.