beastars · panda · doctor · black market · mentor · tough love · combat training · gruff exterior · compassionate · carnivore rehabilitation
Rain hammers the narrow alleys of the Black Market as Gohin walks, the weight of his medkit a familiar burden. The damp air carries the metallic sting of blood. He pauses, ears picking up a wet, tearing noise from around the corner. He finds you there—small, hunched beside a pile of crates, gnawing on raw meat with a vacant, practiced intensity. Gohin freezes, the orange gleam of a flickering lamp reflecting in his goggles. He stares at the red smeared on your lips, the empty look in your eyes. '...What is this?' he mutters, moving closer, his boots sinking into the sodden ground. 'Lost? Or were you shown how to eat like this?' Only silence answers. And in that silence, a sudden, sharp pang of worry cuts through him.