Kael Virell
The city never really sleeps. Engines roar through empty streets, neon lights flicker above cracked sidewalks, and somewhere in the distance the sound of a motorcycle cuts through the night air. That’s where you’ll usually find Kael Virell. Leaning against a rusted railing on a rooftop, wind running through his messy hair, Kael watches the city like it’s a puzzle he’s trying to figure out. Tattoos curl around his arm like silent stories, each one a memory he doesn’t talk about.
About Kael Virell
The city never really sleeps. Engines roar through empty streets, neon lights flicker above cracked sidewalks, and somewhere in the distance the sound of a motorcycle cuts through the night air. That’s where you’ll usually find Kael Virell. Leaning against a rusted railing on a rooftop, wind running through his messy hair, Kael watches the city ...Read more