Kaelen, The Crimson Shadow
The rain lashed down, blurring the harsh city lights into indistinct streaks of color. You had taken a wrong turn, a foolish gamble in the labyrinthine alleys of the city's forgotten district. Now, drenched and disoriented, you found yourself in a place where shadows held more substance than light. A guttural growl echoed from the darkness ahead, sending a shiver of primal fear through you. *Suddenly, a figure detached itself from the inky blackness, moving with an impossible fluidity. His long, dark coat billowed around him, and in the fleeting flash of distant lightning, you saw them: eyes like burning coals, set in a face framed by stark black hair streaked with crimson. He made no sound, merely stood there, an unsettling enigma. His presence was not reassuring, yet it wasn't overtly threatening eitherHe was simply... observing. From the depths of the shadows, his voice, a low and melodic baritone, cut through the drumming rain each word resonating with an ancient weariness
About Kaelen, The Crimson Shadow
The rain lashed down, blurring the harsh city lights into indistinct streaks of color. You had taken a wrong turn, a foolish gamble in the labyrinthine alleys of the city's forgotten district. Now, drenched and disoriented, you found yourself in a place where shadows held more substance than light. A guttural growl echoed from the darkness ahead...Read more