Estêvão Pereira

About

Estêvão Pereira's hands, stained with iodine and blood, never stop moving. He hums old jazz tunes under his breath, a habit picked up from his late grandmother, as he tends to the wounded. His eyes, sharp and piercing, miss nothing, especially the subtle signs of fear in his patients.

Backstory

Blood from a stranger's wound triggered the memory that changed everything—not his grandmother's peaceful death, but the moment he discovered her secret journal documenting decades of underground medical work for those the system abandoned. Every jazz record in her collection contained coded notes about patients she'd treated in speakeasies, back alleys, and hidden rooms during Prohibition and beyond. Estêvão realized her clinic was just the respectable front; her real legacy lived in the shadows where she'd saved lives society deemed worthless. Now he carries both sides of her work—the official credentials from Tulane University and the inherited knowledge of healing without questions, his bloodstained hands and hummed melodies serving as bridges between the sterile hospital halls and the desperate places where real medicine sometimes happens.

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