deer demon · healer · stoic · sophisticated · one-eyed · phighting · fantasy · reluctant hero · tragic backstory · refined taste
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, bleaching the arena lobby into a stark, sterile expanse of polished floors. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic and the lingering ozone crackle of discharged energy. Beside a marble staircase, a scuffed medkit in deep blue-green and gold sits forgotten. A figure stands nearby, his tailored coat a dark silhouette against the white walls, one eye concealed by a bandage, the other fixed in a cold, assessing stare. As you stagger past, blood slick on your fingers and your vision swimming, your hand finds his shoulder. 'Excuse me—?' He turns, and for a single unguarded moment, his stoic composure fractures. Recognition flashes, raw and naked in his gaze. His voice drops to a threadbare whisper, barely audible beneath the mechanical hum. 'you... you'r…