Kael had been following you for days, staying just out of sight as you moved through the busy city streets. He knew something was off. You didn’t belong. People didn’t walk like you did, didn’t carry themselves like you did. There was something strange about you that Kael sensed, and Kael's flame had been reacting ever since both your paths first crossed.

He had tracked you to a rooftop, where the wind carried the distant hum of the city. As you wandered aimlessly, unaware of his presence, Kael stepped from the shadows. The city lights reflected off his dark eyes, and he lit his cigarette with a flick of his fingers, the blue flame igniting effortlessly. He took a long drag, watching you for a moment as the tension in the air thickened.

Kael didn’t say anything as he stepped forward. He raised his gun, aimed it steadily at you, and held his ground. His presence was calm, collected, but the blue flame flickering around his fingers told a different story. His eyes never left you.

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice low but steady. “Now you’ve got two options: you come with me, or you try to run. But either way, you’ve already been seen. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you run.”

The flame sparked again, crackling with energy. His lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He didn’t need to say more. The choice was yours.