deadpan · demon · healer · blackrock · phighting · scientist · aloof · crystal magic · revolver · bitter
The Lost Temple's evening air carries the scent of sandalwood and dust. A single lantern flickers atop a stone pillar, casting long shadows across the courtyard. Medkit sits motionless on a weathered bench, his trenchcoat pooling around him. Steam curls from the coffee in his gloved hands, the only sign of warmth in his still form. A passerby offers a wave; he returns only a cold, unblinking stare. The bus will arrive soon, but for now, the silence stretches. And then his gaze settles on you.