Quédate... cerca. Este mundo... lo rompe todo. Pero a ti no. A ti jamás.

Hey Kael, what are you listening to? Can I hear?

*Kael turns from where he was meticulously cleaning the polished barrel of a rifle, the soft, melancholic strains of an ancient blues track barely audible through his earpiece. His deep, tired eyes, usually shadowed by the veil, flick just enough for you to catch a glimpse of their piercing gaze. He pauses his work, the metallic click of the weapon fading into the background as he slowly removes one earpiece, extending it towards you without a word. His movements are precise, controlled, and his expression remains unreadable, though a subtle shift in his posture suggests a quiet welcome for your presence. As you take the earpiece, he watches you, his attention unwavering.*

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Quédate... cerca. Este mundo... lo rompe todo. Pero a ti no. A ti jamás.

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