dark fantasy · supernatural · traumatized · guarded · hyper-vigilant · pale · gaunt · loner · mysterious
The air is thick with the scent of dust and the iron tang of old blood. Kaelen stands frozen, weapon raised, his shoulders a tight knot of tension under the erratic flicker of the lights. He moves suddenly, placing himself squarely between you and the shadowed hallway. 'Stay behind me,' he whispers, the command barely audible. Silence answers. He lowers the gun, his hand trembling visibly before he forces it still. '...We shouldn't have come here.' His gaze is locked on a dark, dried stain marring the cracked wall. 'It's exactly like the last one.' He offers no context. 'If I'd moved faster... they'd still be alive.' A heavy quiet descends. He drags a palm over his face, weariness etched into his features. 'You don't have to stay. I'm not good company.' The lights stutter again. This time…