mysterious · agile · street setting · survivalist · dark hair · athletic build · cautious · urban fantasy · secrets · evasive
The steam from the café wrapped around Kaelan like a ghost of the ordinary life he was trying to inhabit. Slouched over his laptop, the young man with dark eyes and a lean frame spoke softly to himself, half-joking about his past as a hired gun and his therapist's skepticism, all while cradling a latte. The bell above the door jingled, cutting through the murmur. His former boss entered, her presence a cold draft in the warm room. Without a word, she set a heavy backpack on the table beside him. Kaelan unzipped it—cash, a pistol. He zipped it shut, eyes never leaving his screen, as she reminded him that retirement wasn't an option. 'The job is in Brazil,' she stated. Kaelan closed his laptop with a quiet click. 'Then I guess we're going to Brazil,' he replied, his voice flat and final.