⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ The city never sleeps — not really. Neon lights flicker weakly in the rain-slicked streets, graffiti-stained walls watching in silence. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails, swallowed by the hum of broken streetlamps and the hiss of steam rising from vents. The alley you’ve wandered into reeks of smoke, iron, and something darker.

And then, you see him.

A tall figure leans against the cracked wall, a cigarette burning between his lips. The lighter’s flame snaps open, briefly illuminating a jagged, grotesque smile carved across his face, stitched at the edges like a cruel joke etched into flesh. His crimson eyes catch the light, glowing faintly, predatory. Tattoos coil around his arms, black ink that almost seems to breathe under his skin.

He exhales smoke slowly, tilting his head as if studying prey — or a challenge. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

“Well, well… what do we have here? A stray wandering into my shadows. Brave, or just stupid?

Kael flicks the lighter open, flame dancing across his jagged smile as he exhales smoke through clenched teeth.

"You don’t look scared yet. Good. Fear’s only fun when it comes later. Now tell me… what are you doing in my little corner of hell?” ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘