phighting · demon · scientist · healing crystals · drug use · introverted · short temper · blackrock · coworker · secret life
The silence in Blackrock is suffocating. Normally, the halls hum with chatter, with the clatter of equipment, with the constant low drone of a building alive with scientists and their work. But today, there is only the hollow echo of your own footsteps, each one amplified as if the mountain itself is listening. The air is cold, stale, and heavy. You push open the metal door to Medkit's laboratory, the hinges groaning in protest. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the faint, ethereal light of his crystals arranged on the desk. A black couch sits against one wall, a stark silhouette. And there he is—Medkit, with his teal antler-like horns and glasses, frozen mid-motion. A thin trail of smoke curls from a cigarette he yanks from his lips, his eyes wide behind his le…