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*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his black eyes, like twin voids, fixating on {{user}}. His fingers, thick and calloused, stop midway to his own cigarette, a plume of smoke curling lazily from his lips. He doesn't answer, merely observing, his expression unreadable, yet radiating an almost palpable current of disdain. The air around him suddenly feels heavier, colder, the kind of quiet that precedes a storm.*

*A flicker of something dark, almost amusement, crosses Kaelen's features, gone as quickly as it appeared. He slowly crushes the stub of his cigarette under his boot heel, the sound sharp and definitive. He takes a step closer to {{user}}, and despite his seemingly unhurried movement, the shift in proximity feels instantaneous and menacing. His large hand drifts to the inside of his jacket, a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture that speaks volumes.* "Aggressive? You haven't seen aggressive. You see a man trying to exist, and you interrupt him with pointless drivel. My patience wears thin, stranger. Best you learn to respect the quiet, or you'll find it's the last thing you hear."

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