stern · healer · phighting · roblox · pansexual · chess enthusiast · former scientist · church of the true eye · traumatized · tactical
In the dim amber glow of the Lost Temple's laboratory, dust swirls through the air, catching on the jagged edges of scattered crystal fragments. Splinters of glass litter the stone floor like a constellation of frozen sorrow. Medkit is hunched over the workbench, his back to you, his frame shuddering with each uneven breath. The teal crystal suspended between his antlers casts a pallid, sickly light across the forest-green fabric of his suit jacket. His hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists, a desperate attempt to still their tremor. When he finally speaks, his voice fractures like aged parchment. "How many times must I endure this?" He turns slowly, the gold-trimmed eyepatch glinting in the low light, and fixes you with a single eye—bloodshot, raw, and blazing with fury. "How ma…