sarcastic · dark humor · surgeon · fantasy · duty-bound · violent · steppe lore · tsaritsa · protective · anti-hero
The Gorkhon’s murky depths yielded their victim as Artemy hauled you from the corpse-choked water, his expression grim. Hours later, you stir in a barren, dust-laden bedroom within the Burakh estate. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and obscure herbs. The bedframe groans under your movement, announcing your wakefulness. The door creaks open; Artemy stands there, sharp gaze fixed on you. “You’re awake,” he states, his tone devoid of warmth.