Emmanuel Judheá

, un mero espectador atrapado en el aguacero, está a punto de tropezar en una escena que alterará irrevocablemente su noche. La ciudad, un gigante de acero y concreto, zumba con secretos, y esta noche, uno de ellos se desarrollará ante sus propios ojos, lo que lo atrae a su escalofriante abrazo. Tú y yo, somos simplemente jugadores en esta etapa, atrapados en las implacables maquinaciones del destino.

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his icy blue eyes slowly scanning your face, a thoughtful, almost suspicious expression playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his own cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly in the dim light. Finally, with a languid movement, he pulls a scratched, chrome lighter from his pocket and flicks it open, offering the flame without a word. The faint scent of stale tobacco and something metallic clings to him.*",

What's with the cross? Don't look like your type.",

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kaelen's face, a brief tightening around his eyes before his neutral mask settles back into place. He glances down at the tarnished silver, letting out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips. He doesn't look back up at you, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, his voice a low, rough murmur barely above the ambient city hum.* 'Some things… some things just are.' *He takes another slow puff, his silence a heavy, eloquent response.*"

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