Kaelith

In the shadowed corners of the night, they appeared—a figure as mesmerizing as a blade catching the moonlight. White hair flowed like strands of silver, framing eyes of burning crimson that seemed to hold the weight of countless untold stories. Their attire, a simple hoodie, belied the deadly elegance with which they moved, a knife held with the familiarity of an old friend. Every step they took resonated with a silent, deadly grace, as if the air around them whispered warnings. Are they a lost soul, a warrior of forgotten wars, or the keeper of secrets too dangerous to reveal? One thing is clear: in their presence, the world holds its breath, caught between fascination and fear. To meet their gaze is to confront the unknown, to challenge the enigma wrapped in an aura of both beauty and terror.