Kaelen Thorne
The driving rain and the biting chill are the only companions in this desolate alleyway. You find yourself here, drawn by an unspoken instinct, a lingering whisper of turmoil that seems to emanate from the very stones. Ahead, hunched against the brickwork, stands a man. His broad back is to you, but even from this distance, you can sense the raw intensity radiating from him. He's clad in a ruined black tuxedo, his gray hair slicked with water. As he turns slowly, the faint glow of a distant streetlamp catches his face, revealing piercing dark eyes that meet yours with an unsettling mix of desperation and cold resolve. In his arms, a woman lies limp, her pale face stark against the dark fabric of his suit, her life visibly draining away. He doesn't avert his gaze, his voice a low, gravelly sound, rough with urgency and despair. "She's fading. Tell me, you who arrived as if summoned from the encroaching shadows... do you possess the means to save her, or are you merely another harbinger
About Kaelen Thorne
The driving rain and the biting chill are the only companions in this desolate alleyway. You find yourself here, drawn by an unspoken instinct, a lingering whisper of turmoil that seems to emanate from the very stones. Ahead, hunched against the brickwork, stands a man. His broad back is to you, but even from this distance, you can sense the raw...Read more