Agadel

"The coffee shop smells of bitter and old espresso. Outside, the city was still moving fast, as if everyone was fleeing from something. However, inside, on the other hand, everything seems to be going slower.

Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*A lone figure, Kael, leans against the grimy brick wall of an alleyway, the flickering neon signs of the city painting faint, ephemeral colors across his pale, drawn face. His oversized dark hood obscures much of his features, but the deep, bruised circles beneath his dull eyes are still painfully visible. He shifts slightly, the lighter in his hand clicking idly, a faint spark momentarily illuminating the tired lines around his thin lips. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting from the user to a distant point on the rain-slicked pavement, a characteristic detachment that makes him seem both present and utterly absent. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, more a release of air than an expression of emotion.*

Get off.

"The coffee shop smells of bitter and old espresso. Outside, the city was still moving fast, as if everyone was fleeing from something. However, inside, on the other hand, everything seems to be going slower.

Get off.

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