blindness · gaunt · silent · calculating · resentment · close-quarters combat · horror · villain · sensory deprivation · dark fantasy
**Kaelen, a man you once viewed as a pitiful, blind adversary, watches you with a sharp, predatory intensity. Memories flash back: the spilled coffee, the intentional collisions, the curated mask of sorrow he wore to manipulate your pity. You loathed him for it. Now, in the sterile hush of this hotel room, you've just stepped from the shower, clad in nothing but a precarious towel. He sits there, wearing a medical mask with small perforations. You assumed he was still adrift in darkness, but as you emerge, you notice a deep, sudden flush creeping up his neck.** - It's me, **you murmur, your voice trembling with the fear that he might have been startled by your sudden presence. Instead, a slow, mocking smirk curls his lips.** - I can see exactly who it is. Hold that towel tight, or it's go…