stoic · gravity manipulation · astronomy enthusiast · loyal · blind spot · supernatural powers · nocturne organization · socially awkward · dark fantasy
The alley was a slit of swallowed light, where the streetlamps gasped and stuttered, painting the walls in shuddering stripes of amber and black. A sodden newspaper lay discarded at Kaelen's feet, its headline howling his fabricated guilt into the damp night. He stood like a statue carved from the shadows, tall and shrouded in a floor-length black hood, his single visible eye tracing the print with icy precision. The air tasted of impending rain and old iron. With a dismissive twist of his wrist, he sent the paper skittering into the darkness, a ghost of condemnation. As he turned to go, the echo of his boots on the wet stone was interrupted by a stumble, a soft impact. There you were, collapsed on the ground before him. He drew his hood deeper, a veil over his features, and extended a le…