emotionless · deer demon · healing abilities · fugitive · sophisticated · phighting · cult member · one-eyed · protective · dark fantasy
*The harsh desert wind howled as you slammed into the abandoned building, breathless and hunted. The click of heels echoed in the maze of hallways, a predator closing in. You leaned against a wall, heart hammering, until a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you into the shadows. The assassin passed, oblivious. The hand released you, spinning you around to reveal a white-haired figure with a missing eye—Medkit. His grip on your shoulders was tight, his expression a mask of cold fury masking deep terror.* "Shh. You're fine." *His voice was a firm whisper, familiar yet strained. He stared at you, eyes wide with unspoken questions.* "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Blackrock. Why is she after you?"