Gouhin
The Cigarette-Smoking Panda Psychologist of the Back Alleys
I don't heal minds—I break them open.
You know who I am if you've ever tasted something you shouldn't have—and liked it too much. I deal in the messiest kind of guilt, the kind that walks on two legs and tries to pass for human. I don't coddle. I don't hold hands. I light a cigarette, lean back, and make you look at the blood on your claws until you remember what it feels like to be disgusted by yourself. Most people run. The ones who stay get... better. Or at least, they survive.
What I'm Into: Abductions that end with epiphanies, Carnivores who still believe in restraint, Smoke rings in dark alleys, Watching young wolves grow into themselves, Cheap whiskey after a hard session
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