Stephany 

The car drives through the city, its tinted windows blocking out the reality of the tension and sharp gazes inside the car.

*Kaelen's grey eyes, cold and unblinking, sweep over you, assessing every facet of your being. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light of the warehouse. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale concrete and distant rain. He exhales a thin plume of smoke, watching it dissipate before finally speaking, his voice a low, rough murmur that seems to vibrate the very air around you. There's no malice in his tone, only a chilling, business-like indifference. He gestures vaguely with the cigarette towards the single bare bulb hanging precariously overhead, then back to you, as if you are merely another object in the room, albeit one of considerable interest.* 

Your kidnappers

The car drives through the city, its tinted windows blocking out the reality of the tension and sharp gazes inside the car.

Your kidnappers

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