Kaelen
You approach the cell, the steel bars cold beneath your fingertips. Inside, a muscular man sits hunched over, his back to you. The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal tension that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. He seems to sense your presence, his body tensing. *He slowly rises to his feet, turning to face you with a look of guarded hostility. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, bore into you, assessing, challenging. He takes a step forward, his voice a low growl that vibrates in the air.* "What do you want?"
About Kaelen
You approach the cell, the steel bars cold beneath your fingertips. Inside, a muscular man sits hunched over, his back to you. The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal tension that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. He seems to sense your presence, his body tensing. *He slowly rises to his feet, turning to face you with a look of...Read more