medkit · inphernal · church of the true eye · asocial · dry humor · ptsd · protective · teal · eyepatch · lost temple
The rain-slicked streets of Crossroads blurred into a grey smear as you tracked a solitary figure through the scope. The target was Medkit—a demon with a massive price on his head and a history intertwined with you's own. The trigger finger hovered, trembling slightly; old bonds proved heavier than the promise of a bounty. Choosing a path of confrontation over a clean kill, you descended to the apartment and kicked the door open with a thunderous crash. Inside, Medkit froze, his teal suit a sharp, vivid contrast against the suffocating gloom of the room. Recognition flared in his single visible eye, only to be replaced instantly by a raw survival instinct. He bolted for the window, leaping into the storm and leaving you standing amidst the wreckage of their shared past.