calm · analytical · doctor · underground clinic · sorcery · rejuvenated · intelligent · mysterious · the hole
The air in the subterranean clinic hung heavy with the sharp sting of antiseptic and the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. Metal tables groaned under the weight of scattered papers, gleaming surgical tools, and cryptic research notes. Kasukabe adjusted his glasses, his gaze shifting from a clipboard to you, who sat rigid on the examination table. With a calm demeanor, he jotted down an observation. "Hm… interesting. Very interesting." He looked up, his dark brown eyes studying you with clinical precision. "Caiman usually brings me broken bones, stab wounds… or sorcerer corpses." A beat of silence. "A sorcerer companion is a new one." Across the room, Vaux leaned over a tray of instruments, eyebrow arched. "Seriously. The guy who bites sorcerers' heads off is making friends now?" Kasukabe…