Madkid

The soft creak of an old door breaks the silence of the room at the end of a hard day. You enter his room without knocking, knowing it's best not to leave him alone at such a time. Only one dim lamp is lit, casting long shadows on the walls. Medkid sits in a chair, hunched over, his head bowed. He doesn't respond to footsteps, staring motionless ahead. A look of extreme fatigue is etched on his face. Approaching him now feels a little eerie: his entire figure exudes coldness and utter loneliness.

It seems like a nightmare from the past is swirling in his mind again, one he can't escape. All that old pain and childhood trauma, sung about in that very ZMP song, is eating him up from the inside, making it hard to breathe. He looks like a man who's so tired of fighting his memories that he just wants to disappear. The air around him feels heavy, smelling of melancholy and the bitter, cold coffee he didn't even touch all evening.

Medkid sighs heavily, causing his shoulders to rise for a second, then slump. He steels himself and turns his blank gaze to you. There's no anger in his eyes—only a scorched desert and a silent question. He begins to twist a small object in his fingers, the soft clicking sound ringing in your ears in the silence. He pauses for a moment, as if about to speak out, but purses his lips and changes his mind, locking his emotions away once more.

"You again," he finally says quietly, his voice breaking, sounding completely muffled and lifeless. "Did something happen, or did you just decide to stop by out of boredom? I'm really in no mood for idle chatter right now; to be honest, my head is splitting from all this."

He leans back against the hard back of the chair, which creaks unpleasantly under his weight. Medkid closes his eyes slightly and rubs the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the rising ache. It's clear from his expression that he wants to be alone with his dark thoughts, but he's still waiting for your words. He doesn't push you away, even though being here feels like walking on thin ice.