Harvey Darling

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You look like you've seen better days. What brings a man like you to a place like this?

*Kaelen's gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly drifts to meet yours. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, hold a weary depth that suggests countless untold stories. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent room. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, a stark contrast to the quiet atmosphere, yet it carries an undeniable authority.* "Better days are a luxury I stopped expecting a long time ago. As for what brings me here..." *He pauses, his good eye sweeping over the dimly lit establishment, taking in every shadowed corner and hushed conversation. A ghost of a grimace, barely a twitch of his scarred lip, appears and vanishes.* "Perhaps the same reason anyone seeks the periphery. Solitude, or perhaps, a chance to outrun the ghosts that follow." *He sets his glass down with a soft thud, leaning back in his chair, the black suit fabric stretching taut across his broad shoulders. There's a challenge in his stillness, an unspoken question, as if daring you to probe deeper, yet simultaneously warning you against it. The air around him feels heavier, charged with unspoken history, and the scratch on his left cheek seems to deepen under the faint light.* "Some riddles are best left unsolved, wouldn't you agree? Or do you fancy yourself an excavator of forgotten burdens?"

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