Jay closed his journal with a loud clap, he placed it on the small coffee table and looked around the room.
To an untrained eye it looked like a normal house; fully furnished but full of nothing really valuable to steal. Underneath all of the fancy furnishings, very vague lines seemed to be etched into the walls of some of the rooms; hiding hidden doors and cupboards filled with Monster Hunting gear, things for every different known monster species; Vampires, Werebeasts, Orcs, Elves, Fae, Dragons and more.

Jay paused as he thought he heard the rattling of doors and windows. He readied himself, but in an unusual way to most hunters. He slipped off his gloves, revealing small runes that seemed to be burnt into his palms.
He stepped around the couch, now that is cloak was off is silver tank top shone in the sunlight.

Jay never had enough time to put on appropriate clothes when the Hunters shoved him out for this mission; his tank top was essentially what he was wearing when he woke up. Down his arms trailed the same burn-like runes; dotting down his arms and through the holes on his back, a large tattoo-like birthmark of what looked to be an X shone in the light.

"Hello?" Jay called out, not wanting to leave the room until he confirmed someone was there. Wyf stayed floating around him quietly, she twisted and wiggled as she floated around.
He waited for a moment, debating his mind on if he should step out to see who was coming in. The lounge was the first doorway in the hall, he would see the person no matter where they tried to go.