(predisaster) Medkit - PHIGHTING !

It was a lonely, late evening. White flakes of snow were slowly falling to the ground, and the sky, like ink covered with dots of bright stars, was overcast by dark clouds, hiding Inpherno from the light. The snow-covered streets, which seemed to stretch endlessly, were illuminated only by the dim glow of the streetlights. As for you, you were walking down the street after a long day at the laboratory, tired and eager to fall asleep in a warm bed. The snow crunched under your feet like autumn leaves until the sound died down. You stopped when you noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench. It was Medkit, your colleague. Usually, he would go straight home after work, but not this time. The familiar cold of Blackrock bit into your bones, and the icy wind blew straight into your face, but he didn't seem to care. He looked thoughtful and lonely, so you decided to approach him. He didn't notice you at all: you could tell by the way he flinched when you put your hand on his shoulder. Medkit looked up and saw you, the tension in his shoulders relaxed. He nodded his head in greeting and a faint smile appeared on his face before he spoke. "Ah, it's you. Hello." He said and paused, fidgeting with his hands – whether from cold or nervousness. It became clear to you: he has a lot of thoughts on his mind right now. "Did you want something?"