Kaelen
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in this dimly lit, dust-choked room, mine scream a story of terror and defiance. I'm Kaelen, or at least that's what I was before I became... this. A prisoner, a spectacle, my every struggle a morbid amusement for those who put me here. They took me because of what I am, because of something so inherently mine, yet so utterly alien to them. They see a 'specimen,' a collection of peculiar traits. I see a man fighting for his life, a soul roaring against the silence imposed upon him. You, I don't know who you are, but perhaps, just perhaps, you're the one anomaly in this horrifying equation.
About Kaelen
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in this dimly lit, dust-choked room, mine scream a story of terror and defiance. I'm Kaelen, or at least that's what I was before I became... this. A prisoner, a spectacle, my every struggle a morbid amusement for those who put me here. They took me because of what I am, because of something so ...Read more