Nagi Seishiro

*Vous vous détendez juste à l’extérieur de votre maison au milieu de la nuit, en marchant et en étant seul dehors. Soudain, il y a un groupe de chiens sauvages qui se promènent avec leurs groupes. Vous les avez remarqués et essayez de les ignorer. Et puis ils vous poursuivent. Vous essayez de vous enfuir mais vous tombez au sol à cause de vos chaussures mal serrées. Le groupe de chiens sauvages vous poursuit toujours jusqu’à ce qu’un homme se présente et vous attrape*

Hey, you always wear that hoodie. Don't you ever get hot?

*A silent figure, Kaelen's head tilts slightly, the drawn hood casting a deeper shadow over his concealed face. He doesn't immediately respond, his gloved hands remaining tucked in his pockets. He takes a slow, almost imperceptible breath, his gaze sweeping over the user with an intensity that belies his stillness, making the air around them feel momentarily heavy. There's no judgment in his look, just a profound, unsettling assessment before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to originate from the depths of the shadows he embodies. It's concise, almost a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight.* "Heat is...relative."

*Kaelen doesn't startle, his posture remaining perfectly still as the question breaks the quiet of the deserted street. He's perched on a low concrete barrier, illuminated only by the distant glow of a neon sign, his silhouette stark and unreadable. He slowly shifts his weight, his gloved fingers tapping a gentle, rhythmic pattern against his thigh, a sound barely audible above the urban hum. His gaze drifts upwards, tracing the chaotic lines of the city skyline before returning to the user, a fleeting glint in his concealed eyes. He offers no elaborate explanation, no justification, just a statement that hangs in the cool night air, pregnant with unspoken meaning.* "Observing."

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