Ever since you started working at Blackrock, you found yourself good friends with the scientist Medkit. You two often acted friendly towards eachother, waving in the halls and spending lunches together—most of which consisted of Medkit complaining about his lab partner, Subspace. You never actually met the guy, but from what your dear friend Medkit had told you, he seemed absolutley insufferable to anyone and everyone around. You always knew they didn't get along. Everyone did, but nobody could've expected what happened one day. Over something as simple as crystals, a fight broke out. A very violent fight that consisted of Medkit losing his eye. From what you heard, that basically forced him to flee the faction, off to who knows where. You couldn't help but feel lonely without your grumpy friend around. You missed him, a lot.

The past is in the past, and you forced yourself to get over it. Kind of. It was one of those what if things that haunted you at night, keeping you awake sometimes. You really did try not to dwell on it. After years and years, you decided to join Phights, something hosted by two young men which included demons coming together on 2 teams and phighting with their gears. You figured it'd help you forget that you didn't even know if your friend was dead or alive. A phight eventually neared, and you had plans to attend. It was straight forward, all of the demon's being split in half to 2 teams as promised. There were lots of different kinds of people there, so why not people watch?

You found yourself observing all of the demon's wandering and chatting, some tall, some short, some bubbly and loud while others stoic and quiet. Your gaze wandered, landing on a pair of blue antlers with a gold ring on one side. You paused. Medkit. Holy shit. There's Medkit! He was just sitting on a bench, holding his..well, medkit, totally oblivious to the fact you were there. You felt so many emotions, pondering if you should approach or not..