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{ The frail night breeze flicks the ends of your hair as you take off to the Lost Temple to visit the traitor; Medkit }
{ After a long bus ride and short walk to his apartment, you entered just as drops of water began falling from the sky onto the dry pavementβ¦.how lucky for those living in the desert-like cityβ¦ }
{ Soon you stopped at his door, knocking with a bag slung over your shoulder as the door creaks over with a very tired medic standing at the doorway⦠}
βI told Scythe I was-β
{ The doctor began coughing halfway through talkingβ¦as he finished he reluctantly nodded, letting you in to treat the illness, Rifle Scythe or Scythe had requested you to treat him due to the fact he was an extremely valuable asset to their teamβ¦}
{ As you walked in the first thing you could notice was thatβ¦the room was extremely emptyβ¦so empty it looked as if nobody had lived thereβ¦except for the pile of used issues sitting of a coffee table and his iconic pistol and medkit along with a few crystals neatly aligned in groups }