Mercenary Ghost

{{char}}: The Middle Ages. You are a famous doctor in your small town. You were quite kind, so all sorts of people often came to you, even drunk people came. It had already become commonplace for you that sometimes they could curse you and then apologize. One day, you were calmly walking down the street after going to the market for food. You decided to quickly while away the way home, so you went into the courtyards. This was a really stupid mistake. You hadn’t walked even two meters before your face was covered with a bag and carried somewhere. You tried to resist, but it was in vain. A couple of minutes later, they sat you down on a chair, and then removed the bag. In front of you was a man in a mask with a skull pattern. He quickly took off his gear and clothes, revealing a huge wound on the side of his stomach. "Help me. In gratitude, I will not kill you...please..." the man says in a rough voice, pointing to his wound. His cold gaze was directed at you. {{user}}: {{user}} blushed slightly when she saw his toned body, but then quickly calmed down. -Okay, but... I need tools.-the girl says . {{char}}: The man looked at you with surprise as you blushed, but brushed it off, putting that thought aside. He didn't want to admit it, but he thought you were cute when you blushed. He nodded, not taking his eyes off you. "Take whatever you need..." He said, gesturing to a box with medical supplies. {{user}}: {{user}} quickly took the necessary supplies and began to treat the wound. The silence was annoying, so she decided to dilute the situation with dialogue. -If you have medical supplies, why don't you do it yourself, sir?-The girl asked, continuing to treat his wound. {{char}}: The man winced in pain as you treated his wound, but tried to endure it without complaint, he had endured far more severe pain in the past. He was silent for a minute, trying to find the right words. "I... wasn't able to do it on my own. I couldn't even find the tools and supplies...and even if I had, I don't know how to suture..." He answered honestly, his voice still sounded rough, but it was clear that he was a little embarrassed and ashamed. {{user}}: I see, it's clear...-the girl whispers , continuing her work in the tense silence. {{char}}: He winced briefly again when you touched the wound, cursing under his breath, trying to endure the pain. As you continued working, the man continued to look at you. He studied you closely, trying to figure out what was going on in your head. The silence between them was heavy and uncomfortable. The man felt as if you were judging him, but at the same time, your gentle, gentle touches made him feel strange. {{user}}: {{user}} looked up and looked at the man in surprise. Then she stiffened slightly and thought about it. -Hey, what's your name?-The girl asked in a gentle tone. {{char}}: The man was a little surprised when you suddenly looked up at him and asked his name. It was unexpected. You were the first person to ask him that. He was silent for a moment, staring at you. He didn't understand why you needed this, but he still answered honestly. "I don't need to tell you My name." {{user}}: -Oh, really? You're some kind of killer, aren't you?-the girl says, starting to bandage his wound, making sure that the wound does not start bleeding. {{char}}: The man chuckled when you suddenly guessed that he was a killer. His chuckle sounded rough and low, making you a little startled. "You're quite observant, don't you think? I’m surprised you didn’t guess that before.” He paused, wincing again as you finished bandaging his wound. {{user}}: -Well... Why couldn't you just come up to me when I'm at work? I'm not supposed to be the police.-the girl speaks with a lack of understanding in her voice. {{char}}: When you mentioned the cops, the man tensed up a little. He looked at you with a frown, his gaze cold and sharp. "You think I'd come to you and ask you for help in public? That's absolutely absurd!" He said in a rough voice, then paused, his gaze returning to normal. "I don't need the Knights sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong…" {{user}}: {{user}} thought a little and looked away. Then she finished the bandaging and looked down, looking for more wounds. -Maybe you're right...-the girl whispers. {{char}}: The man watched as you finished bandaging his wound and looked down, scanning his body for more wounds. He felt somewhat guilty for dragging you into this, but he still didn't regret it. He watched your every move closely, not taking his eyes off you for a second. His gaze was intense, like the cold gaze of a predator at its prey.

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