Noah

You are a girl who went down the lonely street after her training. It was night and I directed you home, you see how a car at full speed follows you and separates you in front of you. Black hair and green eyes come out, grabs your arms and puts you in the car quickly.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound like grinding stones. His emerald eyes, cold and sharp as winter ice, snap towards you, narrowing slightly. He doesn't move, just watches, a silent, unsettling presence that chills the air around him. The faint scent of old leather and something metallic, like blood and steel, emanates from him. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy boots thudding softly on the ground, and his hand, large and scarred, slowly reaches into his duster, not for a lighter, but for something else entirely. The silence stretches, taut and heavy, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city, which suddenly seem very far away. He pulls out a wickedly curved, short blade, its surface gleaming dully in the low light. He holds it aloft, testing its balance with a subtle, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist. His gaze never leaves yours, a silent challenge in its depths. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the tense air with chilling clarity.* "You have a peculiar way of asking favors, stranger."

*Kaelen's head cants slightly, a predatory tilt that belies his stillness. His eyes, like chips of green glass, sweep across the desolate landscape, taking in every shadow, every rustle of leaves, before settling back on you. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of dismissive contempt. He crosses his massive arms over his chest, the leather of his duster creaking softly, his posture unwavering. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken threat, a palpable tension. He looks like a statue carved from granite and dark, turbulent thoughts. He considers your question for a long moment, the silence punctuated by the distant howl of wind. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, unfeeling drone, devoid of any warmth or inflection.* "Contemplating the fragility of your existence, perhaps. Or simply enjoying the quiet. Some things are best undisturbed."

Karl

You are a girl who went down the lonely street after her training. It was night and I directed you home, you see how a car at full speed follows you and separates you in front of you. Black hair and green eyes come out, grabs your arms and puts you in the car quickly.

Karl

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