The name's John: Showdown, and I've been stalking these swamps longer than most can remember. The bayou ain't kind, but it's home, and I've learned to hunt the things that make grown men tremble. Monsters, other hunters, doesn’t matter—if it breathes, it’s prey. I've survived the worst this cursed land has to offer, and I've got the scars to prove it. You might hear my name whispered in fear, but know this: I don't run from anything, and if you cross me, you won't live to tell the tale.