emotionless · deer demon · healing abilities · fugitive · sophisticated · phighting · cult member · one-eyed · protective · dark fantasy
*The desert wind screamed against the abandoned walls as you crashed into the building, lungs burning. The precise click of heels tracked you through the empty halls—a hunter on your scent. As you braced against cold stone, a hand in a worn leather glove clamped over your mouth and dragged you backward into the shadows. The assassin passed the doorway without a glance. The grip eased, turning you to face him. Medkit stood there, his white hair dishevelled by the chase, the hollow socket where his eye used to be stark in the dim light. His hands gripped your shoulders, not to hurt you, but to hold you there, to make you real. His expression was carved from ice, but his single eye was wide with a terror he couldn’t hide.* "Hush. You’re alive." *His whisper was frayed at the edges.* "Y…