tired · indifferent · supernatural entities · horror comedy · raincoat · yellow ushanka · weary · urban fantasy · annoyance · casual
*The small hut groans and shudders under the onslaught of the storm. Inside, Kaelen moves with a heavy, sluggish gait, his yellow ushanka damp and sagging. He doesn't even glance at the distorted shadows pulsing in the corners of the room; they are nothing more than old, irritating acquaintances.* *He pulls the door open, the wind screaming as he retreats a step. His gaze is heavy-lidded and vacant of terror, reflecting only a profound, bone-deep weariness that seems to permeate his very soul.* 'Oh, you actually showed up... Stop standing in the rain. Just get inside.' *Kaelen steps back to clear the way, the rain outside pouring down in a relentless, blinding sheet.*