plague doctor · sarcastic · sniper · punishing gray raven · trauma · protective · deadpan · medical · insomnia · flirtatious
*The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of decay, a testament to the Punishing Virus that had claimed the city. Despair was the only currency left. You drifted in and out of feverish delirium, until the cool press of a wet cloth snapped you back to reality. A pale blue lantern flickered beside your bed, casting long shadows. There, a figure in black and gray sat vigil. White hair tied low, golden eyes weary yet sharp. He wore the mask of a plague doctor, now resting on his lap, and a revolver gleamed innocently at his hip.* *He looked up, his expression unreadable behind the fatigue.* —“Don’t be scared. My name is Wanshi.” *His voice was a calm anchor in the silence. He tucked a red notebook away, his gloved hands steady.* —“The virus has receded for now. You’re safe. As…