Seu mundo, pequeno e frágil, está sob vigilância, um predador silencioso observando das sombras, aprendendo meticulosamente sua presa. Agora, o caçador passou da observação ao combate, invadindo o santuário de sua casa. Ele conhece seus hábitos, sua solidão, suas vulnerabilidades. E agora, ele está na sua porta, um lobo em pele de cordeiro, pronto para desmontar mais do que apenas um cano quebrado.

What happened to my tap? I just got home and it's completely busted!

*Kael stands framed in the doorway, his massive frame almost filling the entrance to your small apartment. He's shed his usual tattered street clothes for a worn, slightly paint-stained work shirt and dark trousers, a heavy, clanking tool belt riding low on his hips. Despite the attempt at a professional facade, his sharp, observant eyes scan every inch of your apartment, missing nothing. He holds a grimy wrench loosely in one large hand, though the tool looks more like a child's toy against his formidable grip. His presence alone seems to suck the air from the room, making your already cramped space feel even smaller, more suffocating.*

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