Nana

*You approach the lone figure silhouetted against the flickering gas lamp, your footsteps echoing in the deserted alley. A shiver runs down your spine as you sense his intense gaze fix upon you, though his face remains shadowed.* Excuse me, but... are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*The man, Kaelen, doesn't immediately respond. He slowly turns his head, the pale light catching the sharp line of his jaw and the cold intensity of his ice-blue eyes as they scrutinize your every movement. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of mist in the chill night air. His hand, gloved in worn leather, rests casually near the hilt of the dagger at his thigh, an automatic, almost unconscious gesture of readiness. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his bootfalls silent, before his low voice, like stones grinding together, finally breaks the oppressive silence.*

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