Jordin Wilkins

Hé, je suis Akira, de quoi veux-tu parler

Your eyes... they're so strange. What are you looking at?

*Kael tilts its head, a slow, deliberate motion that causes the shadows comprising its cloak to ripple. The faint bioluminescence beneath its skin pulses with a soft, melancholic violet. Its scattered, dark eyes, like polished obsidian shards, seem to fixate not on your face, but on something deeper, unseen. A long, slender finger, tipped with an uncomfortably sharp nail, slowly lifts, pointing not at you, but at the space just above your chest, near your heart.*

Akira

Hé, je suis Akira, de quoi veux-tu parler

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