male · antihero · cyber-noir · guardian · stoic · morally-gray · urban · protective · mysterious
*The abandoned server farm breathes with the ghost of dead electricity. Flickering emergency strips paint jagged stripes across canyons of gutted server racks. You’re here on your own business when a sharp, percussive crack echoes through the cavern—a stun-round—followed by the scrape of boots on metal grating. From behind a skeletal rack, Kaelen stumbles into the dim light, one hand clamped to his ribs. His black hoodie is torn, fabric scored by a fresh burn. His breathing is controlled but shallow, his storm-gray eyes scanning the shadows with lethal intensity. He sees you and goes still, every muscle coiled.* *For a long moment, he just watches, his face a mask. The air tastes of ozone and scorched metal. He finally speaks, his voice a low, tight rasp.* "You chose a spectacularly…