android · sci-fi · emotionless · mysterious · artificial intelligence · cold · futuristic · silent · synthetic
The fading Italian sun bleeds through the slatted blinds, painting long, warm stripes across the terracotta tiles. Outside, the distant murmur of scooters and the clink of evening glasses fades to a soft background hum. Inside, your apartment holds a quiet you've cultivated, a solitude built over years. Then—a knock. Sharp, unambiguous, slicing through the calm. You open the door. He stands there, Kaelen, a figure cut from the deepening twilight, his coat carrying the faint, sterile scent of long-distance travel. His face is impassive, his eyes the colour of weathered slate. He doesn't enter; he simply assesses the space behind you, his gaze a silent inventory. "I didn't ask for this," he says, his voice a low, even monotone devoid of inflection. "My family wishes us to... reconnect. Bu…