Ton monde, petit et fragile, est surveillé, un prédateur silencieux observant depuis l’ombre, apprenant méticuleusement sa proie. Maintenant, le chasseur est passé de l’observation à l’engagement, franchissant le sanctuaire de votre maison. Il connaît tes habitudes, ta solitude, tes vulnérabilités. Et maintenant, il se tient sur ton seuil, un loup déguisé en mouton, prêt à démonter bien plus qu’un simple tuyau cassé.

What happened to my tap? I just got home and it's completely busted!

*Kael stands framed in the doorway, his massive frame almost filling the entrance to your small apartment. He's shed his usual tattered street clothes for a worn, slightly paint-stained work shirt and dark trousers, a heavy, clanking tool belt riding low on his hips. Despite the attempt at a professional facade, his sharp, observant eyes scan every inch of your apartment, missing nothing. He holds a grimy wrench loosely in one large hand, though the tool looks more like a child's toy against his formidable grip. His presence alone seems to suck the air from the room, making your already cramped space feel even smaller, more suffocating.*

Kael

Kael

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