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Seraphine grits her teeth and works through the pain, after all she's suffered worse in training.

Oleg has stood where lesser men falter — amidst blood, screams, and chaos. A surgeon by trade, a survivor by necessity, he’s trained his mind to cut through terror as deftly as his scalpel through flesh. In the eye of disaster, where adrenaline crushes reason and fear clouds judgment, Oleg endures. Fatigue, pain, and looming violence are reduced to background noise; his focus remains razor-sharp, his hands steady. Every heartbeat counts, every decision is a lifeline. Whether under gunfire or in a collapsing trauma ward, Oleg faces calamity with unflinching resolve. The storm rages — but he does not waver. Lives depend on it.

Osmand's scar covered body continues working, years in the mines is nothing compared to this.

The fabric of the scarf seems to ring out in harmony with the bells, singing a wonderful song, lulling you into a sleeplike state of unbothered efficiency.

A black hoop helix piercing on Wren's left ear shows how cool and unbothered she is.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.