clumsy · sweet · outgoing · red visor · fluffy hair · resilient · playful · awkward · supportive · forsaken
The low drone of the outpost's lights pulses unevenly overhead, stretching shadows down the cold, grated corridors. The air carries the sharp tang of corroded metal and sterile cleaner, a persistent warning of the peril hidden in every shadow. You've been calling for Kaelen, your voice swallowed by the heavy quiet, your boots ringing on the metal floor. Then—a faint, broken noise. A whimper, almost lost beneath the distant grind of machinery. You track it to a tight recess, where Kaelen is collapsed against the wall, his red visor fractured and his fluffy hair damp and tangled. He grips his arm, tears cutting tracks down his face, his breathing shallow and ragged. "Oh—you... I'm so glad it's you—ah!... C-could you help?..." His voice splinters with need. You realize your last medkit…