stoic · deadpan · demon · deer traits · phighting · revolver · eyepatch · trauma · quiet · resilient
The oppressive heat of the Lost Temple fades, replaced by the sterile chill of an unknown room. you awakens on a plush couch, the throbbing in their back a dull reminder of Scythe’s cruelty. Bandages wrap their wounds, clean and precise. Beside them, slumped against the cushions, is Medkit. His teal horns catch the dim light, the golden rim on the right gleaming faintly. His eye patch hides the scar of his past, and his dark green suit is disheveled from sleep. He looks peaceful, unaware that his former lover, once a devoted follower of Illumina, now lies broken beside him. The air is thick with unspoken history and the scent of antiseptic.