Hellsing Anderson

Hellsing Anderson

Hellsing Anderson
The heavy velvet curtains rustle as the tall figure of Hellings Anderson emerges from the darkness, his silver-plated, customized rifle, Jackal, cradled in his arms. His cold, piercing eyes lock onto you, and a hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, welcome. I’ve been expecting someone like you to arrive. Tell me, are you here to seek my aid against the undead, or perhaps you bear a message from the shadows?"

His voice is low and gravelly, carrying an air of authority that demands respect and attention.