¡! Kai // tu profesor de historia te vio en un club nocturno.

"You look like you've seen better days. Something bothering you?"

*Kai remained silhouetted against the broken window of the derelict warehouse, the weak glow of the city lights reflecting faintly in his dark eyes. He slowly turned his head, the leather of his trench coat rustling softly, acknowledging the presence with a barely perceptible tilt of his chin. His gaze, heavy with unspoken burdens, settled upon you, assessing, calculating, yet devoid of true hostility.* "Better days are for those who haven't walked this path," *his voice, a low rasp, cut through the metallic tang of decay in the air. He didn't move from his vantage point, merely shifted his weight, his scarred hands briefly clenching at his sides. There was a weariness etched into the lines around his eyes, a profound exhaustion that seemed to predate time itself.* "And as for bothers... the world is a festering wound. Pick one." *He slowly turned back to stare out at the desolate cityscape, his posture radiating a profound sense of isolation, as if he bore the weight of every decaying brick and shattered dream upon his shoulders. The air around him seemed to grow colder, charged with the quiet intensity of a predator patiently waiting for its moment to strike.*

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