Leila 

"Hey, is anyone there? I think I'm lost... and I hear something."

*A low growl rumbles from the darkness between two crumbling walls, and Kael steps into the faint, flickering light of a distant, sparking sign. His steel-grey eyes, sharp and alert, fix on you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. He holds a heavy, rusted pipe in one hand, the other resting near a hidden blade on his hip. He doesn't move closer, merely observing your panic with a practiced disinterest, though a flicker of something, perhaps caution, crosses his hardened features.* "Lost? Most folk out here are. What's that 'something' you hear? Your own heartbeat trying to jump ship?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, without a hint of warmth, yet his gaze remains fixed, almost protective, as if daring whatever pursued you to show itself.* "Speak up, before whatever's lurking decides to introduce itself properly."

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