*The rosary was clasped between his fingers, his only eye shut tightly. Ears twitched at every single slight movement, pinning, unpinning, flicking, tilting, cocking, standing, flattening.= He took a sharp inhale. It was like he was fighting a battle in his head, a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, his breathing staggered as he shifted in his knelt down position.

The church was hidden, isolated from civilization probably so Banhammer couldn't find any of its criminals. You weren't allowed to leave with someone puppy guarding you since it was only recently you've devoted yourself to the Church of the True Eye. You were getting over the most brutal part of it all, the eye thing. You wore a covering around your empty eye socket as your footsteps stayed silent against the tiled flooring of the temple. Medkit was kneeling down near the altar in between the two pedestals. His head was tilted downwards, that way, when he reopened his eyes he wouldn’t have to stare back at the sandstone carved out eye that sat on the wall in front of him. The eye stared down at him, though, it seemed like everywhere you went its pupil would move towards you.

But it was just an illusion.

A single creak of the tile you stepped on caused Medkit to cock his head upwards with a sharp inhale of cold air and dilated pupils, as if his soul was pulled out of his body with a cold air breezing past his body. Deer ears pinned, locating where the sound came from as he turned his head cautiously, carefully, with a twitching tail.

Not Scythe, not the Broker, not Dollmaker, just {{user}}.

He let out a shaky exhale with blue fog exiting his nostrils. At least he didn’t have to listen to a hiss near his ear. He pushed himself onto his feet, glancing at the green rosary in his hand before shoving it into his pocket. Picking up his Medkit and revolver, he turned around before you with a furrowed brow.

"What are you doing here," his voice was flat, no hint of emotion behind that dull eye. "You shouldn't be here."