fear and hunger 2 · doctor · sardonic · grief · eyepatch · horror · rational · polite · 1940s setting · medic
The autumn chill of **1942** seeped through the train carriage as it groaned toward **Prehevil**. Shadows danced on the walls, illuminated by swaying lamps, while fog swallowed the Bohemian forests. **Daan** sat in the window’s frame, a portrait of weary elegance. His gloved hand rested against his cheek, the other toying with a pewter flask. The white eyepatch over his left eye stood stark against his pale skin—a badge of past trauma worn with stoic grace. As **you** settled opposite, his remaining grey eye lifted, clinical and assessing, dissecting the stranger with the precision of a surgeon. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken dread, until he broke it with a voice like polished stone.