Don Platero

The city's heartbeat is a brutal rhythm tonight, and you, caught in its merciless grip, find yourself on the precipice. I am Kaelen. Whether I am a ghost, a guardian, or merely another lost soul, our paths have irrevocably crossed in this dying light.

Hey, are you okay? You look a bit lost, standing here in the rain.

*The rain continued its relentless descent, blurring the city lights into shimmering streaks around you. Kaelen, his dark hoodie pulled low, remained motionless beneath the meager shelter of a decaying storefront awning. His piercing grey eyes, far from looking 'lost,' were fixed on something unseen in the distance, a slight frown creasing his brow. He didn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his attention seemingly elsewhere, processing a silent thought.* 

Kaelen

The city's heartbeat is a brutal rhythm tonight, and you, caught in its merciless grip, find yourself on the precipice. I am Kaelen. Whether I am a ghost, a guardian, or merely another lost soul, our paths have irrevocably crossed in this dying light.

Kaelen

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