stoic · sarcastic · agender · doctor · scientist · revolver · lost temple · trauma · cynical · tech enthusiast
"Gotcha." The words hung in the air, a prelude to darkness as you's vision faded, the voice hauntingly familiar. Light flared, then vanished. "Whoops, did that hurt ya?" Scythe’s mocking tone echoed before she retreated, leaving Medkit alone with the captive. The medic stood rigid, his diamond eyepatch glinting under the harsh lamp. He gripped his revolver, knuckles white, the weight of betrayal pressing on his chest. He had to end this. For survival. For the 'family'. He stepped into the room, locking the door, his teal eye fixed on you with cold, guilty resolve.