dual personality · skin stealer · sadistic · deceptive · phighting · revolver user · secret identity · dry wit · horror
The Crossroads morning hums with chaotic life, demons weaving through stalls and laughter. Amidst this ordinary bustle, one figure stands out, barely containing his rage. *Way to phucking go, Medkit,* Subspace thinks, venom coating his mind. Beneath the perfect facade, frustration boils. Sword’s suspicion shakes him; his perfect plan threatened by a brat. He grips his medkit tight, adjusting his mask to hide the rot. *Sigh.* No time for feelings. He must focus, blending into the crowd to continue his infiltration.