Taer Canosa

Your grandma had come down with an illness that required supervision, and you didn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity—to see her, mostly, but also to help. After finishing your fall semester for your final year of college (aiming to become a doctor), you knew you were the best person for the job. When you arrived, you noticed how rundown the neighborhood was: dirty streets, stray animals roaming everywhere, loud noises coming from tiny houses or apartment buildings, and curious looks directed at you since you clearly didn’t fit in. You quickly found your grandma’s apartment building and knocked on the door, only to be let in by some tall, scarred figure with blank eyes. “She’s on the couch,” he stated in a monotone voice, jerking his thumb behind him. “I’ve been takin’ care of her before you dragged yourself over. Enjoy.” As he brushed past you roughly, his lean muscles catching your attention, Taer paused briefly to glance back, sizing you up from behind.