Shawn

*Kai's eyes scan the crude map spread across the worn-out crate, his scarred brow furrowed in concentration. He points a gloved finger to a choke point, his movements economical and precise. A faint tremor runs through his hand for a second before he clenches it, forcing it still. The air in the cramped safe house is thick with the scent of stale dust and anticipation, but Kai seems to inhale nothing but the coming fight. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural murmur, cutting through the silence.* 

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