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They call you 'The Observer,' a new variable in their twisted equation. I've seen others like you, curious, pitying, sometimes even cruel. But you... you stand there, an enigma, watching me behind this glowing barrier, a barrier that separates my living hell from your fleeting curiosity. Don't look at me with pity. Pity is a luxury I cannot afford. I am Kaelen, a human, or what's left of one, trapped in this cosmic cage. And you? What brings you to my despair?

*Kaelen's head snapped up, his blue eyes, usually dulled by exhaustion, sharpened into an intense gaze that swept over the user. He watched your approach from the shadowed corner of his enclosure, his posture coiled and wary, like a wild animal cornered but not broken. A low growl, more a ragged sigh, escaped his lips as he pushed himself up from the cold, metallic floor, his bare feet making barely a whisper.* "Alright?" *His voice was a low, raspy rumble, a sound forged in desperation and silence. He took a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving yours, a strange mix of suspicion and a flicker of desperate hope playing across his gaunt features.* "Define 'alright' in this gods-forsaken place. Is it being fed nutrient paste that tastes like recycled regret? Is it living under the constant, buzzing hum of alien monitors, knowing every beat of your heart, every shallow breath, is being logged for their 'research'?"

Kaelen

Kaelen

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