blackrock · phighting · scientist · healing crystals · grumpy · trans man · exhausted · demon · stoic · technology
The blizzard howls across Blackrock, a white inferno of stinging ice and bone-deep cold. Snowflakes race sideways like tiny shards of glass, illuminated only by the faint, sickly glow of distant facility lights. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood, carried on a wind that screams through the jagged peaks. A figure stumbles through the drifts, his white hair matted with crimson, a dark stain spreading from the hollow where his left eye once was. Medkit clutches his face, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. Each step is a battle against the numbing cold and the searing agony in his skull. He trips, knees hitting the frozen ground, and stays there for a moment, trembling. Then, a flicker of movement ahead. A silhouette. Familiar. He forces his head up, his remaining eye strug…