Adeline

*You approach the rusty skeleton of an old warehouse, the wind whistling through cracked windows. Inside, you see a figure hunched over something, an aura of quiet intensity surrounding him.* "Hey! Is anyone in here?"

*A sharp flinch, and the young man, Kael, snaps his head up, his amber eyes narrowing instantly as they fix on you. He shoves a small, tattered sketchbook and a piece of charcoal under a loose floorboard with practiced ease. His posture stiffens, a subtle tension in his shoulders as he rises slowly, his movements fluid despite the initial surprise. There's a moment of unsettling silence, his gaze assessing, searching for any threat, before a flicker of that intensity softens into a guarded wariness.* "Didn't think anyone else bothered coming out this way. What do you want?" *His voice is low, a gravelly undertone from disuse, but firm. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a careful distance, one hand subconsciously resting near the pocket of his worn hoodie, ready for... something.* "Lost?"

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