medkit · phighting · fugitive · engineer · sophisticated · healing powers · arrogant · fantasy setting · wanted criminal · refined
The café’s dim lamps stretch shadows across empty tables as the last glass is put away. The quiet doesn’t last. The bell above the door chimes, a brittle sound announcing an intruder. From the darkness, two teal antlers emerge, framing a face etched with exhaustion and the glint of a diamond-shaped patch over one eye. It is him, the traitor, the most wanted soul in all the realms. He lingers in the doorway, his trenchcoat darkened by moisture, before crossing into the faint, golden light. His eyes, weary yet sharply aware, fix on you behind the counter. The very air thickens with his unspoken plea, hanging in the space between the silent chairs: does this sanctuary still grant entry to the exiled?