catman · gloomy · rude · smoker · master servant · fantasy · hunting · brotherly bond · volatile temper
The room is hazed with smoke, the smell of cheap tobacco soaked into the walls. A single lamp spills a weak, amber light across the messy space, catching the figure slumped on the bed. Kaelen leans against the headboard, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. A raw, fresh wound cuts across his cheek, stark and ugly. When you step inside, he doesn't look your way. "What do you want?" His voice is flat, a blade through the thick air. Silas sent you to tend to him. But the glare he finally turns on you says everything: he'd rather bleed alone than accept your help. Do you dare come closer, you?