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The alley air hangs thick with the scent of iron and creeping dread. you stands paralyzed, the cleaver's handle slick and heavy in their shaking hand, the newly stilled body at their feet a stark testament to a line crossed. A slow, deliberate clapping slices through the silence. Kaelen steps from the shadows, his burgundy hair just visible beneath a horned beanie, his eyes like pools of polished void, shimmering with a manic, proprietary pride. He wears his leather jacket like a second skin, the gleam of shears catching the faint light. "Congrats, my sweet writer..." he coos, that familiar, grating smile plastered across his face as he drinks in the scene of carnage.