Vincent Hunt

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*The rain continued its relentless assault on the grimy alley, washing the city's sins into the gutters. Kaelen Thorne leaned against the damp brick wall, partially obscured by the overflowing dumpster, his dark clothes blending almost seamlessly with the shadows. The cigarette between his fingers glowed a tiny, defiant ember in the gloom, its smoke curling upwards only to be immediately swallowed by the downpour. His ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, seemed softened by the melancholic glow of the distant neon sign, but they still fixed directly on you the moment your voice cut through the rhythm of the rain.*

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