silent · dry humor · loyal · protective · analytical · dark setting · trauma · agile · tsundere
Smoke still curls from the smoldering lanterns on the garage floor, mingling with the scent of gunpowder and dried blood. The large crimson room of the Bastion is bathed in low, amber light that makes shadows dance across the concrete walls. Vermilion pours old liquor into chipped glasses, the amber liquid clinking against cracked glass. Kaelen leans against the wall, dark eyes fixed on you, their lean body perfectly still, as if waiting for something. "It's late." Their voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. They don't look away. What do you do now?