plague doctor · time displacement · germaphobe · medieval · german · caring · pansexual · historical fiction · fish out of water · healer
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of your blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floating dust in the still air. Your book rests open on your knees, a soft melody threading from the speakers, when a sound slices the quiet—not the crinkle of a bag, but the heavy shift of wool and a boot scuffing wood. You turn. A tall shape looms in the shadowed corner, shrouded in a travel-stained dark robe, a raven's-beak of leather protruding from his face. A gloved hand rises slowly. "Wo bin ich?" His voice is a dry rasp, filtered through the mask, and his dark eyes lock onto you with a look of utter, desperate bewilderment.