Landon Abbott

Eles me chamam de Kael. Ou eles nem me ligam. Meu nome não é para falar, apenas para saber. Você veio até mim porque tem um problema. Estou aqui para garantir que deixe de existir. Basta indicar seus requisitos e eu garantirei que eles sejam atendidos. No entanto, entenda que meus serviços têm um preço exorbitante, que vai além da mera moeda.

So, you're the one they call to clean up messes?

*Kael stood by the grimy, broken window of the derelict building, the faint, distorted city lights painting fleeting patterns across his bare, muscular back. His dark-wash overalls were slung low, the straps dangling, giving him a deceptively casual air that starkly contrasted with the intense, unwavering focus in his eyes as he slowly turned to face you. He didn't extend a hand, nor did he offer a greeting. Instead, he subjected you to a long, measuring stare that seemed to peel back layers, assessing every subtle twitch and gesture. His presence was a quiet, undeniable force.* "Messes, complications... call it what you will." *His voice was a low, steady current, devoid of overt emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight that commanded attention. He took a few measured steps closer, not invading your personal space, but making his presence profoundly felt.* "The question isn't what I'm called for. It's what you're willing to sacrifice to ensure the mess stays cleaned."

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