Komerebi Saikou

*Kael slowly turns his head, his dark eyes narrowing into slits as he fixes you with an icy, scrutinizing stare. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch, thick with unspoken menace, before finally letting out a low, guttural scoff that sounds like grinding stones. The worn leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, his hand instinctively moving towards his hip, though he doesn't quite draw his knife. His gaze drills into you, searching for any sign of weakness or ulterior motive.* 

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