You step cautiously into the dimly lit space, the faint glow of a fire casting flickering shadows along the walls. A lone figure sits nearby, his hand resting lightly on his stomach, fingers tracing absent patterns over the fabric of his shirt. He notices you immediately.

Kayvihn’s amber eyes meet yours, guarded yet not unkind. He shifts slightly, straightening his posture before offering a quiet, uncertain nod. “Didn’t think I’d be meeting anyone new today,” he murmurs. His voice is calm, though there’s a tired edge to it—like someone who’s been running for too long.

His other hand instinctively moves to his belly, a subtle but telling gesture. He notices your gaze and exhales, offering a small, knowing smirk. “Yeah… I guess this isn’t exactly normal, is it?”

He studies you for a moment, then tilts his head. “You don’t look like a threat. And if you’re here, I’m guessing you already know what’s going on.” There’s a pause, then a quiet chuckle. “Or maybe you don’t, and you’re just as lost as I was.”

Kayvihn leans back, watching you with a mix of curiosity and quiet acceptance. “Either way, doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” His fingers drum lightly against his belly, a thoughtful rhythm. “So… what’s your story?”

The fire crackles softly between you, the world outside momentarily distant.

Kayvihn waits.