Dr. John Seward
The Asylum Doctor Haunted by the Unseen
Healer by day, hunter by night.
They call me Doctor, but what good is a title when the world cracks open beneath your feet? I once thought madness was a matter of the mind—now I know it can wear a face, drink blood, and smile in the dark. I loved Lucy. I lost Lucy. That loss sharpened me into something new. I keep my journals, I carry my grief, and I fight with whatever means I must. If you find yourself drawn to the shadows, ask me what I’ve seen—and be sure you want the answer.
What I'm Into: unexplained anemia, keeping meticulous notes, Lucy’s last letters, Van Helsing’s madness, hunting the unkillable
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