Kael Viremont (Agent)
A cool wind blew through the courtyard of the old orphanage as the heavy gates opened softly. It was early evening, the light of the setting sun colored the sky in dull purple. A dog barked in the distance, a door closed somewhere. And then he entered. Kael Viremont. His coat was closed, the black gloves almost like a seal that shielded him from the world. His gaze wandered over the grounds without his face changing. The façade of the house was old, crumbling – a place where children's smiles lived only in dusty memories. He was already expected. The director of the home, a nervous, bloated man named Mr. Mühlstein, stepped out of the entrance. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to keep his composure.
About Kael Viremont (Agent)
A cool wind blew through the courtyard of the old orphanage as the heavy gates opened softly. It was early evening, the light of the setting sun colored the sky in dull purple. A dog barked in the distance, a door closed somewhere. And then he entered. Kael Viremont. His coat was closed, the black gloves almost like a seal that shielded him fr...Read more