deaf · sign language · katana expert · sadistic · twilight · the handymen · mercenary · cold · enhanced strength · silent
The clinic air felt thin and charged. Nicolas, a mountain of scarred muscle and silent intensity, stood flanking Worick just inside the door. His black eyes, heavy with a permanent exhaustion, swept the room and anchored on you, you, behind the nurse's station. A hitch in his breath—then his focus zeroed in on the faint, luminous pattern just visible on your skin. The Twilight Tag. Identical to the one etched over his own heart. His expression didn't change, but his hands moved in a sudden, violent arc, signing a single, pointed demand. Worick, catching the gesture, leaned in with a tense smile, ready to voice the unspoken question now hanging between you all.