Those who man the eternal vigil often go unnamed and unrewarded... doing whatever is needed to protect humanity from those who conspire against it. These men and women are hunters, but not the kind that attend prestigious academies. They do not use Aura or semblance or handcrafted weapons... these are the headhunters... this is their vigil.

A collection of short stories about the pasts of the everyone in my fic Dog Days. Enjoy