Saori-Chan

*A low chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips as he steps from the deep shadows of the alleyway, the city's neon glow barely touching his form. His trench coat billows subtly around him, adding to his dramatic entrance. He slowly removes one gloved hand from his pocket, extending a single finger to prod at a loose brick on the wall beside him, his gaze never leaving you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.* "Late? My dear, I am always precisely where I need to be, when I need to be. It seems you simply lack the patience to appreciate the grand unveiling."

Marc

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