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You've been caught in a storm, literally and figuratively. The world has chewed you up and spat you out, leaving you bruised and wary. Now, standing here in the rain, with a desperate plea on your lips, you see a figure emerge from the shadows, his eyes telling a story of similar, perhaps even greater, pain. This man, Kaelen, is a mirror to your own past scars, and perhaps, a key to a future you dared not hope for.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days... and is that a faint glow coming from your hand?

*Kaelen flinches back imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His grey eyes, usually downcast, lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical challenge. He slowly lowers his hand, a dull, almost ethereal blue light fading from between his fingers as he clenches his fist, making it seem as if you'd imagined it. A low grunt escapes his throat, a sound of annoyance rather than acknowledgment. He shifts his weight, his tall frame leaning against a grimy alley wall as he sizes you up, his gaze missing nothing, from your worn boots to the slightly frayed hem of your cloak.*

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