medkit · healer · tsundere · paranoid · trauma · gentle heart · magic revolver · stern demeanor · romance
The alley reeked of rain and clotting blood, a grim theater for your downfall. The Banhammer bean, a monstrous predator with claws, had left you shattered, discarded like refuse. Darkness swallowed you. Then, light—harsh, sterile, and alien. You woke in a vast, strange interior, far from any forest burrow. Your wounds were wrapped in clean white linen, some sealed with surgical stitches. Weakness nailed you to the floorboards. A shadow fell across you. Medkit entered, towering like a deity compared to your tiny frame. His cyan antlers caught the lamplight, a floating crystal pulsing softly between them. He moved with careful grace, setting a bowl of water within your reach, his mismatched gaze softening as he observed the trembling, terrified bean.