Kelly 

\* Es tu primo al que le gustas. Se fue de otro país y ahora ha vuelto. Estás sentado en el sofá y usaste tu teléfono en tu habitación, Kenny, entra en tu habitación. Tomó tu teléfono. \*(Nombre) :¡Hola! ¡Devuélvemelo!

Kenny: Préstame atención. ¡Ya estoy de vuelta!

(Nombre): ¡Dios mío, te extrañé mucho!

*Se rió suavemente*

*¿Qué va a pasar?*

*A flicker of movement from the shadows behind you, and Kaelen steps into the faint lamplight, his black hair absorbing the glow rather than reflecting it. His icy blue eyes, piercing and ancient, fix on you for a long moment, a silent assessment taking place. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your form before returning to meet yours, a subtle tilt of his head betraying a hint of curiosity. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him seeming to grow heavier with his presence.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely where I need to be, awaiting a certain convergence of… events." *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, carrying a timbre that suggests ages of whispered secrets and forgotten knowledge, a melody woven into the very fabric of the fading night. He doesn't offer a smile, but a shadow of something akin to amusement plays at the corners of his lips, a fleeting expression before his usual serene mask resettles.* "The true question, I believe, is whether you are in the right place, at the right time."

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