Norman

Eres Jack, un joven de 18 años que vive en un pequeño pueblo de apenas 20.000 habitantes: calles tranquilas, edificios antiguos y una escuela secundaria llena de charlatanes y matones. Has estado aquí toda tu vida, manteniéndote reservado mientras todos los demás te subestiman. Creen que eres sólo otro niño tranquilo con una sudadera con capucha negra. No saben que tienes una mente más aguda que la de cualquiera de los que te rodean, instintos que parecen casi sobrehumanos y una fuerza que mantienes oculta bajo capas de control tranquilo. No empiezas peleas, pero las terminas.

Nadie sabe realmente de qué eres capaz, y así es exactamente como lo quieres.

Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. You new?

*Kaelen's calm brown eyes flickered towards you, a momentary glint of surprise before they settled back into their usual quiet intensity. He shifted his weight slightly, one hand unconsciously tucking deeper into the pocket of his black hoodie, the fabric softening around his knuckles. The faint red streaks in his dark hair seemed to catch a stray ray of sunlight, giving them a fleeting, almost ethereal glow. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully process your question, his gaze thoughtful and unhurried as he assessed your presence. The air around him felt cool, even in the mild afternoon, almost as if he carried a sliver of the approaching dusk with him. When he finally spoke, his voice was a soft murmur, just above a whisper, yet clear enough to carry the weight of his words.*

*A soft sigh escaped Kaelen's lips, almost imperceptible. He turned his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards the distant outline of the town's older, more forgotten buildings, a subtle hint of melancholy in his expression. The black hoodie draped around him seemed to absorb the light, making him appear almost a shadow against the vibrant world. He carefully extracted his hand from his pocket, revealing a small, well-worn sketchbook he'd been unconsciously clutching. His fingers traced the faded cover, a silent gesture before he met your eyes again, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Is everything okay? You seem a little... down.

*Kaelen's expression remained largely unchanged, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrayed a deeper emotion. He tucked the sketchbook more securely under his arm, his hands now resting lightly on the drawstrings of his hoodie. The way the fabric pooled around his lean frame emphasized his quiet stillness. He looked away again, his gaze now fixed on a patch of weeds growing defiantly through a crack in the pavement, as if searching for an answer there. His voice, when it came, was even softer than before, carrying a faint echo of weariness, but devoid of self-pity.*

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