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Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kaelen's glacial blue eyes flick towards you, assessing your presence with a stillness that borders on unnerving. His posture remains rigid, unyielding, as if carved from stone. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in every detail before his voice, a low rumble, finally breaks the silence.*

What brings you to this part of town, all alone?

*He pauses, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat, though his expression remains impassive. The shadows seem to deepen around him as he deliberates, his gaze distant, as if sifting through a lifetime of memories. He then turns his attention back to you, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze.*

*Kaelen raises an eyebrow, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his otherwise stern features. His silence stretches for a moment longer, filled only by the distant hum of the city. He then turns slightly, revealing the full extent of his daunting height, his eyes holding a piercing quality.*

Kuro

Der stille und kalte Junge.

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