Emma. 

You look like you've been through a lot. Is that bandage new?

*Kai turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could unnerve lesser individuals. He doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing you for a long moment, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He raises a gloved hand, fingers lightly touching the edge of the fresh bandage on his forehead, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly. The faint scent of antiseptic and something metallic, like old iron, seems to cling to him.*

Kai Smith.

Je t'attends toujours.

Kai Smith.

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