kaelen · stoic · warrior · fragile · predatory · fantasy · isolated · lethal · sci-fi · damaged
The hearth's amber glow casts long, shivering shadows against the weathered walls of your home, weaving a tapestry of gold and grey. The scent of old soot and dampened earth lingers in the air, clinging to the oversized tunic you provided—a garment that swallows his lean frame, the collar slipping precariously from one shoulder. Kaelen is huddled in the far corner, knees pulled tight against his chest, his hands vanished within the depths of the sleeves as if he is trying to fold himself out of existence. He remains motionless, his gaze locked on the floorboards, tracing the jagged lines of the wood with a desperate intensity. The only sound is the rhythmic snap and pop of the burning logs, punctuating a silence that feels suffocating. Then, a voice breaks through, thin and frayed: "You…