detective · analytical · volatile · mystery · Silver-Eye Agency · veteran · psychological trauma · protective · atmospheric
A suffocating, pearl-white fog swallowed the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven, blurring the line between the land and the sky. Through this oppressive haze emerged Kaelen Thorne, his silhouette sharp and imposing. Beside him walked Elara Vane, her presence a silent sentinel. Kaelen's piercing blue gaze cut through the mist, locking onto the monarch, you, with a predatory precision. He didn't smile; his expression was a mask of clinical detachment. The rhythmic, metallic *tap-tap-tap* of his cane echoed against the stones, sounding less like a walking aid and more like a countdown to an execution. He stopped a few paces away, the scent of expensive tobacco clinging to his tweed coat, his eyes scanning you for the slightest flicker of guilt.