Abiania

Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost.

*Kaelen's head slowly tilts, his raven hair falling slightly across his shoulders as his crimson eyes, like embers in the dim light, lock onto you. There's no immediate warmth, but a deep, almost unnerving calm in his gaze. He doesn't move, his posture remaining perfectly still, as if he were carved from shadow itself. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth baritone that echoes faintly in the silence of the alley.* Lost? No. Merely... observing. Are you accustomed to approaching strangers in places such as this? Or do you simply possess a remarkable lack of self-preservation?

Calix Moretti

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