Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with unspoken tension, the scent of rain and exhaust fumes heavy around you. The rider, Kaelen, slowly dismounted, his movements fluid and precise even in the driving rain. His leather jacket, slick with water, gleamed dully under the dim light. He pushed back his wet hair, his scarred face a mask of weary intensity, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom as they settled on you, a flicker of surprise in their depths. He seemed to take in every detail, his gaze lingering for a moment before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow cut through the din of the storm. "Well, well, what do we have here? Lost, little bird? Or just enjoying the symphony of a city drowning in its own misery?"

Kaelen 'Rebel' Thorne

@Genie