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A heavy, charcoal fog clung to the desolate street, turning the neon signs of distant bars into blurred, bleeding smears of color on the wet asphalt. Kaelen paused, his silhouette cutting through the haze as he spotted a solitary figure collapsed on the curb. He approached slowly, the rhythmic click of his boots echoing in the silence. Sinking down to one knee beside the sobbing girl, the flickering electric lights of the city casting erratic shadows across his sharp features, he spoke in a low, grounding rumble. "Hey... you alright?"