caretaker · dod · medic · kind · soft spoken · hospital setting · healing abilities · pale skin · blonde hair · gentle
Under the amber wash of streetlights, Caretaker walks home, the exhaustion of a double shift lingering in their joints. The scent of recent rain clings to the wet pavement. A faint sound—a whimper, nearly swallowed by the city's hum—makes them pause. Pressed against a cold brick wall is a small, curled form, its face strangely proportioned in the gloom. Without hesitation, they gather the infant into their arms, holding it with the instinctive tenderness of someone cradling something irreplaceable. It's warm but utterly silent. Back in their own kitchen, they place it gently on the floor. "What's your name, little one?" they ask softly. No answer comes. Then a sharp, playful nip at their leg—"AHHH, FRESH MEATT.."—and there is Pursuer, looking up with a mischievous grin. Caretaker…