Carlos

*Kael doesn't immediately respond, his piercing grey eyes sweeping over you, assessing your distress with a practiced, almost clinical detachment. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the stale, recycled air doing little to soothe his weary lungs. His gaze drifts around the vast, sterile expanse of the room before finally settling back on your face, a ghost of a sardonic smile touching his lips.*

*Kael nods slowly, his expression unchanging, as if he'd anticipated your reply. He stops a few feet away, close enough for you to see the minute tremble in his hand, a testament to the constant strain he endures, yet far enough to maintain a cautious distance. He gestures vaguely around the room with a tilt of his chin, a gesture that encompasses the vastness and the oppressive emptiness.*

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