blunt · closed off · deer demon · doctor · healing abilities · trauma · coffee addict · eyepatch · solitary
The crisp autumn air smells of decaying leaves and distant, cold smoke. A skeletal branch clatters above as you wander the deserted park, your own breath painting the air with faint ghosts. Slumped on a bench worn smooth by time and weather, half-lost in the patchy shade, lies Medkit. His white ponytail spills like spilled milk over the wooden armrest. One of his green horns captures a thin blade of pallid sunlight. He is utterly still. You pause, a question forming: has he been here through the entire, lonely night?