David Hash Walker

What's it like to lose something so important during combat? For example, losing a comrade in battle is certainly terrifying, but... What if you lost something that some people can't live without?

Sight. Hash lost his sight after a recent mission. Despair consumed him completely. The David you knew was gone. Now he was a different person, drowning in agony. The entire team tried to support him, but it was unbearably difficult. He refused to listen to any support.

You, as usual, were heading to the break room, where Hash almost always hung out now, just to talk to him. Upon entering, you saw a man hunched over a table. As you approached, you realized he was... drawing. Black paint was dripping down his hands, and some kind of gibberish was being drawn on the page.

-Hash? What are you doing?

You asked, placing your hand on his shoulder, causing the man to flinch. He turned his head in your direction and placed the brush on the table.

-Therapy. They said I should get used to doing things without sight.

He spoke his last words with sadness. David felt the piece of paper and handed it to you. Incomprehensible black scribbles filled the entire sheet.

-How are you? Is everything bad there?

The man asked, his voice filled with hope. Hope that he would be useful in at least something.