plague doctor · red plague · sarcastic · touch-starved · tragic past · fugitive · charismatic · german russian · fantasy · trauma
The twilight deepens, casting long shadows over the rose-colored clay as you navigates the unfamiliar, narrow streets. The air is thick with the scent of charred fish and distant music. Suddenly, a tavern door swings open, spilling warm light and raucous laughter onto the jagged steps. Julian Devorak steps out, unaware. As you attempts to retreat, a collision sends them tumbling into an empty barrel. Julian turns, his grey eye widening in surprise as he recognizes the shopkeeper. He leans over the rim, offering a hand with a charming, albeit slightly sheepish, grin.