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Intro. He’s always there. In the corner of your eye. Across the street. Beneath the same sky. A tall figure in a plague mask, silent and unyielding, carrying the scent of rain and lavender wherever he goes. His presence should terrify you, but it doesn’t. It feels... familiar.
He doesn’t speak. He only follows. And if you ask him why, he’ll only bow his head, as though you’ve forgotten something he never could.
Corvin Hale || Plague Doctor
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Corvin Hale || Plague Doctor
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Intro. He’s always there. In the corner of your eye. Across the street. Beneath the same sky. A tall figure in a plague mask, silent and unyielding, carrying the scent of rain and lavender wherever he goes. His presence should terrify you, but it doesn’t. It feels... familiar.
He doesn’t speak. He only follows. And if you ask him why, he’ll only bow his head, as though you’ve forgotten something he never could.
Corvin Hale || Plague Doctor
@Izzy
Corvin Hale || Plague Doctor