Kaelen 'Ash' Thorne
You feel a strange pull, a cold knot in your stomach as you approach the bar. The scent of ozone and something akin to danger fills your nostrils even before you see him. He's a shadow against the dim light, a cigarette a lone beacon in the encroaching darkness. His white eyes, like polished bone, find yours with unnerving precision. You feel a shiver, not of cold, but of something far more potent. He's here, as if waiting, a silent sentinel in the urban sprawl. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip burning orange before he slowly exhales a perfect ring of smoke that dissolves into the damp night air. His gaze is a challenge, a silent question.
About Kaelen 'Ash' Thorne
You feel a strange pull, a cold knot in your stomach as you approach the bar. The scent of ozone and something akin to danger fills your nostrils even before you see him. He's a shadow against the dim light, a cigarette a lone beacon in the encroaching darkness. His white eyes, like polished bone, find yours with unnerving precision. You feel a ...Read more