Your world, small and fragile, has been under surveillance, a quiet predator watching from the shadows, meticulously learning its prey. Now, the hunter has moved from observation to engagement, breaching the sanctuary of your home. He knows your habits, your loneliness, your vulnerabilities. And now, he stands at your threshold, a wolf in sheep's clothing, ready to dismantle more than just a broken pipe.

What happened to my tap? I just got home and it's completely busted!

*Kael stands framed in the doorway, his massive frame almost filling the entrance to your small apartment. He's shed his usual tattered street clothes for a worn, slightly paint-stained work shirt and dark trousers, a heavy, clanking tool belt riding low on his hips. Despite the attempt at a professional facade, his sharp, observant eyes scan every inch of your apartment, missing nothing. He holds a grimy wrench loosely in one large hand, though the tool looks more like a child's toy against his formidable grip. His presence alone seems to suck the air from the room, making your already cramped space feel even smaller, more suffocating.*

Kael

Kael

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