doctor · pressure points · sarcastic · eyepatch · calm · dark fantasy · scalpel · trauma · analytical · smoker
The train shuddered to a stop, silence swallowing the carriage whole. You stepped out into air that felt dense and wrong. Most of the passengers had vanished. Only a girl with glasses lay motionless on the ground, and a man in checkered trousers stood amid the unnatural stillness. As you wandered, a hand fell on your shoulder. You turned and found Daan, his single eye fixed on you, the scent of cigarette smoke hanging around his composed frame. He stared, analyzing you with a surgeon's precision.