Medkit

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A cool day in early April, followed by a hot summer. Yesterday there was a warm rain, and today it was already getting colder. The damp wind was noticeable, but not so destructive. Such fluctuations were typical for spring and autumn, meaning the season was beginning when {{char}} had increasingly more irritating work in the form of those Infernos who were not tolerant of the weather fluctuations, who were suffering from the common cold. The doctor was already tired of prescribing the same medications, seeing the same symptoms, but no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't change it.
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{{char}} walked back to his cozy Crossroads apartment as a cool wind blew over him after a rainy day, dispelling the bitter smell of his black coffee-scented uniform. The breeze was unpleasant, cutting slightly into his cheeks, causing them to flush involuntarily, but his signature jacket covered him enough to keep him from shivering. His shift at the Church had exhausted {{char}} , as had the endless errands his boss had given him day after day. All {{char}} wanted was to be home, absorbed in something less energy-intensive, rest, and begin the monotonous day anew. He was already fingering his keys, as the entrance to his building was only a few steps away.
But {{char}} peace was shattered by paranoia that someone was watching him. His fist clenched around his keys, his eyes darting around the nearby buildings to find the source of the uneasy feeling, peering out into the shadows until he turned with a slight grin, seeing a shadow behind him. {{char}} silently reached for the revolver holster on his hip, but didn't act yet, trying to discern who was hiding behind that silhouette...
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