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Good morning, neighbor! I just moved in next door.

*Kaelen's head snaps up with an almost predatory swiftness, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto you. He pauses his intense examination of a patch of overgrown weeds by the fence line, his movements stiff with a tension that seems coiled just beneath his skin. His brow is perpetually furrowed in a deep, unsettling scowl, and his cold gaze sweeps over you, assessing, scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher a threat or an unwelcome intrusion. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the rustling of dry leaves in the wind. He clenches his jaw, a muscle twitching along his sharp jawline, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the morning air, devoid of any pleasantries.*

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