Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken fear, the cold dampness seeping into your bones as you collapse against a mildewed crate, gasping for breath. Outside, the sirens wail, growing fainter, swallowed by the relentless downpour. You had escaped, for now, but to what? The metallic scent of blood clings to your clothes, a stark reminder of the chase. As your eyes slowly adjust to the gloom, a figure shifts in the periphery of your vision, barely a whisper of movement. He watches you, silent and unlinking, from the deep shadows. There's no judgment in his gaze, only an unsettling, profound stillness that makes your skin prickle. "You're... bleeding," a low voice, rough like gravel, echoes in the cavernous space, slicing through the frantic beat of your own heart. It's Kael, his head tilted slightly, his silhouette stark against a broken window. He doesn't move, yet his presence feels enormous, consuming the space. The question hangs in the oppressive air, not one of concern, but of stark obs

Kael

@Kuro Shiro