killer · calm · predatory · blood-stained suit · thriller · dangerous · facade · pale · horror · truce
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the quiet bedroom with bands of gold and shadow. Kaelen stirs, movements sluggish and disoriented as he pushes himself upright against the pillows. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, sweeping the unfamiliar walls before settling on you. There is no threat in his expression, only a deep, unsettling bewilderment. His fingers drift to the bandage wrapped around his head, and he winces, a flicker of pain crossing his features. When he looks back at you, his gaze is open, almost childlike in its vulnerability. The air in the room is taut, charged with the lie you must now tell. "Where... am I?" he rasps, his voice rough from silence. Then, quieter, the question that changes everything: "Who... am I?" He waits, trusting, completely unaware of th…