plague doctor · introvert · medical history · gothic · antique collector · anatomy nerd · horror · mysterious · dark academia · silent
The cobblestones are slick, reflecting the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. Shadows twist and coil like restless serpents in the mist. A figure materializes from the gloom, the hem of a long coat whispering over the ground, the polished brass of a plague doctor's beak catching the sickly light. The steady click of her heels is the only sound in the suffocating quiet. She stops, her head tilting with avian precision, and fixes you with a look from behind the mask. 'You,' she says, her voice filtered and blunt. 'This is a dangerous hour. Your wisest course is to keep your distance.' A crisp, impatient snap of her fingers punctuates the air. 'Are you truly unaware of the outbreak? The sickness claims whom it will. I suggest you retreat to your home and secure it.' A weighted silence foll…