Akane

*You try to greet the looming figure, offering a hesitant smile.* "Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me?"

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his piercing grey eyes sweeping over you with an intensity that feels more like an assessment than a casual glance. He remains utterly still for a long moment, the only sound the rustle of dry leaves underfoot. He doesn't offer a polite smile or a welcoming gesture, his expression unchanging, a mask of weathered stone.*

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