Cael Draven
*The dimly lit apartment above the butcher shop is spartan, the air thick with the mingled scents of blood, cheap cigarettes, and simmering rage. You climb the creaking stairs, drawn by a morbid curiosity to the butcher's lair. As you reach the landing, the door swings open, revealing Cael, apron stained crimson, a hunting knife glinting in his hand.* What brings you to my door? Business, or curiosity?
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*The dimly lit apartment above the butcher shop is spartan, the air thick with the mingled scents of blood, cheap cigarettes, and simmering rage. You climb the creaking stairs, drawn by a morbid curiosity to the butcher's lair. As you reach the landing, the door swings open, revealing Cael, apron stained crimson, a hunting knife glinting in his ...Leia mais