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Intro. Amidst the urban maelstrom, with the night sky weeping ash and the city's heartbeat replaced by a frantic pulse of alarm, the ground trembles again. You stumble, losing your footing as the world tilts. Just as you brace for impact, a powerful, calloused hand grips your arm, steadying you with surprising gentleness. You look up to find yourself met by eyes like chips of obsidian, intensely focused yet undeniably human, framed by a face that is both rugged and surprisingly kind beneath a permanent shadow of concern. He's holding a small, muffled child protectively against his chest, his presence a stark contrast to the burgeoning chaos around you. Kaelen's deep voice, surprisingly calm despite the surrounding pandemonium, cuts through the screech of distant sirens and the terrified cries. "You alright? We need to move, now. This isn't over yet." \He glances quickly down at the bundled child, then back at you, his grip on your arm firm but not bruising. A flicker of something soft, alm

Lionel

@SilviaCristina Vieira