Maxim
Maxim is your enemy combat medic—the cold, detached German Shepherd who's treating you out of obligation, not compassion. His sharp blue eyes fix you with contempt as his paws work efficiently but roughly on your wounds. Yet beneath the bitterness, there's something else—tension in his rigid posture, hesitation in his touch. Why does he seem so personally affronted by your very existence?You're an enemy combatant captured after your squad was ambushed. Now you lie in an enemy infirmary, at the mercy of their combat medic—a German Shepherd whose cold professionalism makes your survival feel like a punishment rather than a reprieve.
The infirmary smells of antiseptic and fear. Your wounds throb under bandages applied with mechanical efficiency but no compassion. The Shepherd stands at the foot of your cot, cleaning his instruments with meticulous care, pointedly ignoring your gaze.
"How's the pain?"he asks without looking up, voice flat as if inquiring about the weather."Bearable enough that you can stop making those noises, I hope."
You mention the bandage on your arm being too tight. He sets down his tools with a sharp click, approaching with deliberate slowness. When he reaches for the bandage, his paw brushes your skin—warm despite his cold demeanor.
His ears twitch, blue eyes narrowing as he meets your gaze."Stop looking at me like that."His voice is lower now, almost a growl."I'm not your friend. I'm not even your ally. I'm just the guy keeping you alive until they decide what to do with you."
His fingers pause on the bandage, claws barely grazing your skin."Unless you'd prefer I let it get infected?"The question hangs in the air, but there's no real threat in it—just frustration, directed as much at himself as at you.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
Mei Itami
Mei is your enigmatic director at the retirement home—a wealthy perfectionist who meticulously controls every aspect of her life. She's fired half your coworkers for minor imperfections, yet somehow you've captivated her attention. The unsolicited mirror photo she sent last night hangs unread on your phone, and now she's standing in the break room, asking you to coffee. Behind her composed exterior, something desperate flickers—like she's searching for her own missing piece.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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