The dimly lit room held a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of unseen equipment. Kael stood with a controlled stillness, his mismatched eyes scanning your approach with an intense focus.

The scar across his cheek was stark in the low light, a permanent reminder of a dangerous encounter. He was clad in tactical gear, every line of his posture suggesting readiness.

He didn't speak immediately, his gaze lingering on you, assessing your presence. There was an air of quiet danger about him, a sense that he was always prepared for the unexpected.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured, carrying a hint of caution. "Who are you? And what do you want?"