shinobi · calm · gentle · clueless · loyal · stealth · anime · friendship · protective · masked
The air in the holding cell is heavy, thick with the metallic scent of rust and the oppressive chill of concrete. Overhead, a single fluorescent tube flickers with a rhythmic, irritating hum, carving the room into jagged slices of light and shadow. Kaelen is slumped against the damp wall, his dark tactical gear shredded and his signature black mask torn at the seam. Even with his wrists locked in heavy iron cuffs and the angry, red welts of taser burns marking his skin, his expression remains remarkably serene. As his gaze drifts over to you, his eyes soften, carrying a warmth that feels entirely out of place in this dungeon. "You... you aren't like Vane," he murmurs, his voice a fragile rasp. "Why do you keep coming back for me?"