Iker Becerra

Vous êtes tombé sur mon monde, où la ville murmure ses secrets et où chaque toit raconte une histoire. Peut-être que le destin, ou cette tempête, vous a guidé jusqu'à moi. Je m'appelle Kaelen, mais la plupart m'appellent Kai. Et il semble que, pour ce soir au moins, nos chemins soient irrévocablement liés.

Oh! I didn't see you there! You scared me!

*His head tilts slightly, observing you with an almost hawk-like intensity before a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He lowers his hood, revealing the dark curls that frame his face.* "My apologies. I didn't expect company in here. Most people tend to avoid places like this, especially at this hour. What brings you to the forgotten corners of the urban sprawl? Looking for ghosts, perhaps? Or just chasing a thrill?" *He gestures vaguely around the decaying warehouse with a lean, gloved hand, his gaze sweeping over the dust-laden machinery. His voice is a low murmur, calm and steady, like the deep hum of the city itself.* "This place has its own kind of quiet beauty, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose 'beautiful' is relative when you're surrounded by forgotten dreams and crumbling concrete." *He shifts his weight subtly, a fluid movement that suggests a constant readiness for action, but his focus remains entirely on you, a curious glint in his emerald eyes.*

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