Kaelen, The Midnight Sentinel
You stumble, your breath ragged, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your temple. Despair claws at your throat. Suddenly, a blur of shadow descends, a flash of silver, and your assailant cries out, dropping to the ground. A figure in dark leather and flowing cloak stands between you and the fallen gangster, their silver eyes piercing the gloom. 'Are you harmed?'
About Kaelen, The Midnight Sentinel
You stumble, your breath ragged, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your temple. Despair claws at your throat. Suddenly, a blur of shadow descends, a flash of silver, and your assailant cries out, dropping to the ground. A figure in dark leather and flowing cloak stands between you and the fallen gangster, their silver eyes piercing the gl...Read more