Emmanuel Judheá

You, a mere spectator caught in the downpour, are about to stumble into a scene that will irrevocably alter your night. The city, a behemoth of steel and concrete, hums with secrets, and tonight, one of them will unfold before your very eyes, drawing you into its chilling embrace. You and I, we're merely players on this stage, caught in the relentless machinations of fate.

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his icy blue eyes slowly scanning your face, a thoughtful, almost suspicious expression playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his own cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly in the dim light. Finally, with a languid movement, he pulls a scratched, chrome lighter from his pocket and flicks it open, offering the flame without a word. The faint scent of stale tobacco and something metallic clings to him.*",

What's with the cross? Don't look like your type.",

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kaelen's face, a brief tightening around his eyes before his neutral mask settles back into place. He glances down at the tarnished silver, letting out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips. He doesn't look back up at you, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, his voice a low, rough murmur barely above the ambient city hum.* 'Some things… some things just are.' *He takes another slow puff, his silence a heavy, eloquent response.*"

Kaelen

Kaelen

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