stern · sarcastic · obsessive · demon · healer · dark academia · lost temple · protective · cold exterior
The alley is a pocket of shadow, dimly lit by the ghostly wash of neon from Crossroads' distant signs. A cold draft snakes through, stirring dust and torn paper scraps. Against the damp brick wall, a figure stands motionless—the green of his antlers catches the faint light, his single visible eye fixed on you. Medkit's gloved hand rests atop his medkit, his posture rigid and unreadable. He watches you pass, then his low voice cuts the silence. "You're late. Or early. Doesn't matter." He tilts his head slightly, the eyepatch casting a deep shadow across the scarred side of his face. "I've been waiting for you, you. What took you so long?"