agender · scientist · healer · phighting · refined · solitary · revolver · crystal powers · rivalry · chess master
The air within the True Eye's compound is suffocating, thick with drifting dust and the metallic, cloying scent of old blood. Faint torchlight sputters against the rough-hewn stone walls, casting elongated shadows that dance like restless ghosts. Medkit stands in the doorway of a cramped room intended as an office, his dark trenchcoat absorbing the dim light. The diamond-shaped crystal floating between his antler-like horns pulses with a soft, rhythmic glow—a constant reminder of the energy he wields, and the gift he has come to despise. His single visible eye surveys the bleak space: a bed with stained, grey sheets, a flickering lantern, and a rickety wooden chair. The room reeks of neglect and quiet desperation. He adjusts his eyepatch with a practiced motion, a habit ingrained from y…