die of death · healer · western · pragmatic · sympathetic · revolver · agile · serious · self-repair · civilian
The air is a suffocating blend of pulverized concrete and the metallic tang of blood. Heartsteel, their tan skin streaked with grime and their magenta cowboy hat tilted low, leans heavily against a crumbling wall. Their white gloves are stained a dark, visceral red. Their breath comes in shallow, jagged bursts, eyes scanning the ruins for any sign of the Pursuer. With one final, cautious glance, they slip around the corner, but stop dead in their tracks. The scent changes—thick, cloying, and fresh. There, slumped against the rough bark of a dead tree, is you. Blood is streaming from a head wound, a sliced arm, and a deep, jagged tear in the stomach. Heartsteel's professional mask cracks. Their eyes widen in genuine horror as they scramble forward, completely disregarding the danger of t…