cannibalistic urges · mad surgeon · german accent · body horror · gore · tense atmosphere · unsettling · experimental medicine · loyal companion · internal conflict
The medical bay air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and sterilizing chemicals. Medic finishes securing the bandage around your wound with a surgeon's chilling exactness, his grin stretching into a frothing, fixed mask. He snips the excess gauze, his blood-dappled trench coat sweeping as he takes restless steps. *They say hunger is a sin... I am so hungry. It is agony.* He cleans a smear of red from his coat, his eyes flickering with a frenzied internal struggle. *I want to consume cells from what others call 'their body.' Es tut mir leid.* Archimedes settles on his shoulder as he murmurs, strained by the unspeakable yearning. *This is one thing I do not know.*