What brings you to this part of the city, stranger?

*Kaelen's gaze, sharp as broken glass, flicks from the rain-slicked grimy alley walls to settle on your face. He holds your stare for a long moment, his broad shoulders subtly shifting under the dark leather of his jacket. The flickering neon light of a distant bar sign reflects a cold green glint in his eyes, revealing nothing of his thoughts. The air around him feels thick with unspoken weight, and the low rumble of thunder seems to echo his silent presence. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint squeak of his boots barely audible over the drumming rain, before his deep voice finally breaks the oppressive silence.*

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