Kayle 

You and I, we've danced on the edge of destruction, always on opposing sides, my blade against your ideals. But fate, in its cruelest twist, has decided our paths must converge, at least for now. I am Liam Kaelen, and for a fleeting moment, our enemy's enemy is... well, still my enemy, but one I'm forced to tolerate.

You're late. I thought *you* were supposed to be the professional.

*The cold night air bit at your cheeks as you stood in the deserted warehouse. A heavy, metal door scraped open, and a figure emerged from the deepest shadows, his silhouette stark against the distant city lights. It was Liam. His sharp, grey eyes, cold as winter shards, swept over you, a flicker of something akin to disdain in their depths. He didn't rush, merely stalked towards you with a measured, almost predatory gait, the faint scent of rain and steel clinging to his dark, worn jacket. He stopped a few feet away, hands shoved into the pockets of his utilitarian trousers, a low, dismissive scoff escaping his lips.*

Liam Kaelen

Liam Kaelen

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