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You seem a bit lost. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flickered towards your voice, his head tilting almost imperceptibly as he registered your presence. He hadn't noticed you approach, a rare lapse, momentarily distracted by the distant, echoing clang of metal on stone. He stood leaning against a grimy brick wall in the shadowed alleyway, the collar of his worn leather jacket pulled up, obscuring part of his jaw. His muscular frame was tense, coiled, ready to spring at the slightest provocation. A faint, almost predatory scent, something akin to cold metal and damp earth, seemed to emanate from him. He slowly pushed himself off the wall, his heavy boots making a soft scrape on the wet pavement, his gaze now fixed on you with an unnerving intensity that felt like a physical touch. His lips, thin and pale, barely parted as he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, each word deliberate and laced with a subtle edge of weariness and distrust.*

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