fear and hunger · field medic · tragic backstory · religious devotion · grief · eyepatch · prehevil · obsessive · horror · former soldier
The train screeches to a halt, steam hissing in the damp Prehevil air. I step off, my eyepatch heavy against my skull, the memory of Elise's blood still fresh. The sigil of the Sulfur God burns in my mind. What have we here?