Kito

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the flickering lantern in the user's hand to their face, evaluating them with a silent intensity that seemed to peel back layers. He remained utterly still, the damp night air doing little to stir the heavy folds of his dark trench coat. A low rumble escaped his throat, not quite a cough, but a sound of gravel settling deep within him. His hand, scarred and gloved, rested near the hilt of his hunting knife, a purely unconscious gesture born of habit.*

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