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Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. 

*Kaelen's head, previously bowed, snaps up. His amber eyes, usually shrouded by the fringe of his dark hair, meet yours with an intense, unblinking stare. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound edged with a cynicism far too old for a sixteen-year-old. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting his gaze sweep over you, assessing, categorizing, as if trying to decipher your intentions before you've even fully formed them. His hand, adorned with a few silver rings, subtly flexes on the worn leather of his jacket, a barely noticeable gesture of unease or readiness. He then shifts his weight, leaning back against the crumbling brick wall he'd been propped against, the movement slow and deliberate.*

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